Sun God

The sunlight brings me visions of you

Golden brown in your sun kissed hue

As sun rays gently caress your skin

A surface I would love to wrap myself in

And trace its expanse with my finger tips

So that I may connect those dots with my lips

Something about you in sunlight makes me quiver

Sends impulses down my spine; my soul shivers,

I want to be burnt; an offering in you temple

Consumed totally by you . . . it's that simple

So my question to you would have to be

If I worshiped you. . . would you worship me?


© Ix-Chel Poot