I can feel the
Floors tremble
And the trees
Sigh in such splendor.
Wielding the
Sun underneath her
Locks of hair,
I don’t know
How one traps
The Sun behind
Or in between
A flourish of
Chestnut brown
But I do know
How it looks like
Especially
When you can feel it
Gyrating,
Smoldering
Beside you.
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