Light.

draft.

She moves like the sun. 

like the sunset,

I imagine her falling asleep

the way the sun meets the sea at the end of the day,

slowly, wonderfully, 

each moment a melting of beauty into beauty

where the strength of the sun,
meets the lullaby of ocean waves

she wakes like the sunrise.

sunshine,

bright, soft;

a warm invitation of the morning

like freshly baked cookies 

when you have the whole afternoon 

to your own kind of silence.

She is harsh too, sometimes

burning, passionate

insistent

but also with days

where she hides behind clouds

and tucks her sunshine away, afraid, maybe

or unsure if her brightness 

is bright enough

or warm enough

or good enough. 

but oh how she glows,

her skin, the perfect temperature of warmth

to fall asleep

back into the security of yourself 

so

this is what it is like

to miss your embrace.