Sunset mine, you are not mine
A land not mine, still
This Sun where I was born
Floating as if forever in golden-orange
Forever memorable, these bright rays
That flower on my chest
Tuck under my ribs
Giving heat to my tired bones
Chill and fresh, making my
Rosy limbs the air drunk freedom
Like the secrets inside of me
Waking me, my beloved last revolution
The day ethereal taste~
Speaking the cosmos (as we touch)
Do you touch me or do
I touch you, I speak the truth-language
When I recount the variety
Of your vowels: dusk, twilight, dawn
Giving knowledge to all
And brightness for the sunrise to subdue
And I desire nothing but the self’s flame
To disappear in you, on a cloudless sky.
Photo courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-solar-210952229
Wuji Seshat 
You are a beautiful writer. Thank you, Silent
That’s sweet of you to say.
one of my most favourite spaces..here between your exquisite words. you’re blessed with such talent, Wuji..thank you for being an inspiration!
Thank you Himani, thanks as always for stopping by 🙂