a fickle sun

honeyed as your words were,
it was your heart that did me in.
in this moment i wonder if
you’re an iron cast for all things good,
as sunshine pours into you
as if it were molten lead.

you have a
certain affinity for the
kind of intimacy that can
only be found in the night
when the jasmines come to.

i'll offer you the darkest parts of me –
it must be cleansing for the both of us,
i become holy and you gain a new worshipper;

oh, to be a sun,
like you.