Sunburnt

She sprawled out across the sky, bored
perfectly sun-kissed.
From a distance, she could fit
in my hands.

Day, the name we hold dearest.
Day, the name of the memory
I placed above all else.

I too lay sprawled out beneath her,
the intensity of how she makes me feel
a region I know well, sweltered and swollen,
without walls or halls to contain
the effect she has on me.

She took my hand and gave me
the gift of her presence.
My heart
but a burning bush from this intense percussion,
this rapid sensation spreading steadily, rapidly.

A giant in my eyes,
I’ve climbed the highest building
and collapsed beneath her.

Black and wilted,
I am the wick without promise of tomorrow.