I poured the sun
out of your squared bottle,
and drank it in circles.
I freed the sun
from your monochromes,
washed it in rainbows,
ran its rays down my spine,
bathed my hips and thighs in heat…
I loved the sun at the witching hour.
It was hot,
hot and summer-sweet on my tongue.
This was an accidental photo. I’ve no idea what it might be. But the moment I saw it, I knew it was meant for my Summer Solstice post.