sun sisters

dancing in your scarlet shoes
i salute your wild spirit determined to embrace all the love there is to give
and give it
without any reproach

and though when it is what it is
just a slender strand
remains and clenching
it disappears beneath the randomness

yours is enough, more than
this totality of beauty encompasses the day
sandalwood and patchouli stained
and this heart is vast and finally honest with me