Sun Stroke
Welling up -
ready to overflow...
The first gentle stokes
leaves me quiverying
deep,deep inside.
Then a gentle breeze caresses it
cools me down
and sets me off my feet.
I revel
in the embrace
of each golden ring
chosen to give
and not receive
by whose touch I can live.
A flamming torch lit to the heavens
what a lasting impression.
Never to be extinguished again.
As my eyes close from the pleasure
and pain,
of the vermilion hue,
it reconstructs my view
that allows me now to pursue
the Joy from that first stroke.
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