The Swallows and the Sunsets

Sunkissed

Sunflowers lining the roads
The gravel beneath my feet whispering sweet nothings
The mountains disappeared behind the storms clouds,
But I can feel their strong presence still.

I paint in yellows for you, pick rocks that scream decadence of the highest geological ranking.
They say your partner reflects a version similar to you
And after finally realizing I am beautiful -
You must be seen as extraordinary.

I always felt like sunkissed was for skin tones but after seeing your smile I knew I was wrong.
Sunkissed is the embodiment of you.
Your eyes glow like no other, your skin sparkles like goldstone.
Your attitude is just as strong as the sun's presence in our sky and I fear I may be blinded by you,
But the last thing I would see is your beauty and I'm perfectly fine with my eyes turning white.

You said you think of me when you see yellow - I think of me when things burn white. The ash sticking on burnt wood like the highlights of a painting - like the aftermath of a fiery destruction. 
I think of you when I see how luminous the world becomes when the sun appears after rain, when the rays make their grand entrance through the grey clouds telling us it's okay.

I see faces in the hills and I think of you. I immerse myself in golden hour and all I can feel is you.

Tell me how the sun is so lucky for kissing you, and I'll tell you that my white is just as raging as the sun.
Let me sunkiss you, too.

That's all, folks.