I know what it feels like
to hold the Sun now.
As I cup his beloved face,
my hands are warmed by
the most brilliant of smiles;
my arms tingle with the heat of it.
The fire spreads through my body
and I feel like Icarus,
burning up from such close proximity.
The flames of this
dance in my muscles,
causing me to hold him
a little tighter than I should.
His tiny doll’s hand reaches out
to hold my cheek,
and I wonder if he feels
of the Moon,
reflecting the glory of his Light.