Fuck me up, Sun.
Tear away the atmospheres between us
let them fall and crisp into nothing
around our mismatched feet.
Destroy me.
Show this simple asteroid how
the single most inspirational star in the sky
moves when the moon is on duty.
I will forgo any semblance of release
as long as, just once,
I hear that true sigh of spring’s awakening,
feel that hot breath
summer wishes it could possess.
Bite at me–
grip with all your strength at my
$20 sheets as I
teach you what the other planets mean when they say,
“rainfall”.
Lay your hips upon mine
teach me the definition of those
convective motions.
Let us test how far
the largest source of energy in the solar system
can take us in one night.
I know, I know.
The protection I’ve brought isn’t exactly
designed to handle temperatures
anywhere close to 6,000 Kelvin.
Nor is the rest of me.
I can only hope
my ears
are the last part of me
to melt.
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