When the sun is empty of you,
I find myself slipping,
Spinning downward as my feet
Reach for the earth below.

When the sun is empty of you,
I find myself teetering on the string
That ties us.
Grasping at everything that feels like our home.

When the sun is brimming with you,
I find myself,
automatistically,
Creating beauty with every part of us.

Balanced,
You hold me steady
As the wind roars
And the clouds open.

Drunk on your scent,
My biomorphic soul melts into the air
Until the sun is once again,
Empty of you.