Sunlight

My words wilt
in your hands
and perish
under a yellow sun
bright with the burning
of these hours spent
in distance and forgetting.

They remind me
of another sunny day
where hot rays fell
on my skin
the way your fingers did
and we were ablaze
in white spotlights of spring
and a twist
of blue sheets
and window breeze
and sunlight.

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