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.