When the sunlight touches your skin,
Releases you from the grasp,
Of midnight spirits,
Close your eyes,
Feel the sun's love spread within you,
Now, you can refuse to kneel down,
Now, you can refuse to suppress your calling;
For ignoring the sings of thunder and rain,
You incurred the imperial wrath.
Take pride that you are not colourblind,
When the others see a world of black and white.
Stroke your lover's whole body,
Kiss her poison-coated breasts,
And die a Donne's death.
To those born alone,
To run away from oneself is a crime,
So fly high,
Solitary butterfly,
Fly beyond the rainbow,
And you're sure to find,
A warmer sunrise.
~ Spring, 2019 ~
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