My Sun | a poem

my pearl eyes are vacant,
they light up when you rise,
your breath the flame of life inside me.

I’m doused
in the heat of you, the light of you
in the reign of your excellency
and I know you
like no one else.

You are
celestial to everyone but me
because I see you as a new hue
every day we meet.

I know
I’m not meant to think of you
as such,
but your lips are the softest embers
I’ve ever touched.


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