My Sunshine Poem by John Leon

My Sunshine



Cold consumes me at the tips
Of all my toes, my nose, my lips
Bitter taste of ripest lime
Locked behind tight skinny lines
Sun flowers blossom on my cheeks,
Warmth falls like gentle weeps
Frozen solid, cold despair
Evaporates when you're there

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