Lucky Sun

Stand in the light and
Let me see how the day
Clings to your body,
How the sun gets to rest
On your shoulders,
Making me burn with envy,
Making you seem to glow all the more.

Sometimes I wish I could just
Tell you about this heap of feelings
I have for you,
That I could somehow, without ruining us,
explain to you how everything--
eating, sleeping, dreaming--
is different with you.
Is warmer. Is richer. Is better.

I hate the sun for her ability to
Touch you so readily.
Without asking or pretending
To brush away a hair,
Or a string,
Or a bug,
Or my heart.