I'm letting the sun come in
it's baggage is so warm
leather, not smooth, sensual
caught in transfixed beaming
in this layer of radiation
beaming at the caresses
of a star in a 'verse
touch me warmly deeply
this spine this spy'n' on time
assonance of red sweater'd girls
sweltering gravity and arrows
this direction of scratch
chasing itch satisfying need
the swell the buoyancy and tilt
of a warm sea under a warm sun
i rise with the swelling of you