Like sunlight, I need
your love. Like a tree high
on sunlight, I am
your sunlight. Made of your rich rays.
In all my naked nights they are stars.
In all my empty rooms they are chairs.
In the splattered dark they are angels’ voices
and in the church of my skull they are the altar
where I sacrifice and satisfy myself.
Your mad rays in rows and rhythms reach me
in fire and feather find me
in slow succession search me
in world water wash me
in warm waves welcome me
in liquid lilts lend me
love. Like sunlight.
p class=”pubcredit”>(First published in Fieralingue)