The Sun

[Bianca Alabaster]

I pulled down my
cowl neck sweater
to expose my
beating pulse spot
to the hot sun
coming through
the huge window.

I closed my eyes
tight,
and breathed in
slow,
waiting.

Instead of
sucking my blood…
I wanted IT
to give me
warmth, comfort,
and love.

IT did!

I hadn’t seen the sun
in so long,
I was delightfully
surprised!

©11/11/09

[billy]

the first verse feels kinda
luxurious and decadent to me for some reason.
and the last was like an opposite.

thanks for a warm poem Bianca.

[addy]

I really liked thee opening images in this... it was evocative but a little oblique, kinda strange like an art film. Nice.

[Bianca Alabaster]

Glad you both liked it. It's a fun favorite of mine! I was in a dashing mood!