i stared at your skin in the welcoming light of the morning sun
i tried to take it all in
and wondered why i had never done it before
i mean, of course i've marveled before
at the way the fleeting luminescence of a lustful evening
reflects off of all your tiniest imperfections,
and to me, that was true beauty
but for some reason,
i had never taken the time to appreciate the comforting, golden glow
that makes me question whether or not it comes from you or the sun
you're soft, gentle,
but capable of burning me right up whenever you see fit
i can't look right at you, but i can feel you