​Sun
kissing (down) on
my face; the feeling
of it feeding my soul
through my skin; the feeling
of drinking warm draughts
of goodness in exchange for
nothing
but my full attention.​​​​​​​

-

Whatever's
not indigenous to
my mind
or strung into the bloody sinews
of my heart
is lost to me

before
or
after

I have it in my hands.
Holding on
or reaching out
is nothing.

Only
what was mine
from the beginning
is mine still.