ardently

I. your fingertips follow the sun from dawn till dusk

the sun is drawing tan lines on my body
sun-kissed
golden
a dream of etheral beauty,
thoughts and poetry
your fingertips follow the sun
from dawn till dusk
i am sun-kissed
golden
drawn.
tell me
with your fingertips,
your thoughts and poetry
of etheral beauty
have i bewitched you?
from dawn till dusk
and even then, when the sun isn't up?