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Mar 2019
Do you remember the day
when I became your Sun?
Shining so brightly
that my radiance
made your eyes go blind,
your brain fevered
with the heat
of my sunstroke.

Your blood boiled
simmering
to a high brew,
bubbling up
to the heart
where love mixed
emotion with hot blood.

You panted after me
as a deer pants
after the pure waters
of a babbling
mountain brook; and I was
poured through your hands,
tasted and savored
like a fine wine.

I was the crescendo
you built
with new rhythms,
the Sun radiating
infinitesimal
beams of love
through your soul.
Sharon Flynn
Written by
Sharon Flynn  70/F/Brimfield, MA
(70/F/Brimfield, MA)   
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