Light
She smells like sunshine
Bittersweet and blindingly bright
Specks of dust that dreamily dance in her light fill my lungs
She feels like a stormy night
Static shocks from her fingertips
and buzzing electricity radiates from her lips
I feel little burns and nips when we kiss
She is a ray of 3pm sun
Warm, calm
the last sign of day
I'm just the shadow she casts
Just a face taking space where her rays can't reach
But when the morning comes they will shift again
And I will be consumed by her light
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