Sun Walker

Bare feet burning,
black-top soul,
singing, singeing.
Hard, leather feet,
softer than shoes
and glass shards,
hard enough to move
and keep on burning,
as the Sun beats down
slow, passionate caresses,
concentric circles washing
away impurity.
Line upon line,
wave after wave,
each ray a Word
from the Lover’s hand,
pressed against my skin,
sending a steady, unrelenting
heat to my heart,
driving me up and out.
I dissolve when I walk in the Sun.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: