My Relationship With the Sun.

Anytime I feel the sun on my skin I get this warmth in my stomach.

No matter the day or time I have to stop and let it caress me for a moment longer than necessary.

I'm just a crazy woman standing on the side walk with my eyes closed, facing the sun.

My dog tugs on his leash but I have to feel it until I'm fulfilled, I can't be moved.

At times I wish I could lay in cool grass for hours face up.

I'd starfish my arms and legs out with my palms up, letting the energy flow through me.

Breathing in the daylight until it reaches every cell in my body.

I wish I could bottle this up all my itself and drink it up.

Instead I take my sunglasses to the bench in the middle of the park.

I perch here on the bench that I've claimed as mine.

Legs crossed underneath me, eyes closed, and baking in the sun.

People cross in front of me and I know they find me strange.

But I need this sunlight more than I need oxygen.

Even as it tans my skin and destroys thousands of dollar of ink.

The heat beats down onto my hair while I find that song that speaks to my soul.

The sun gives me nourishment while I meditate and day dream.

This is my relationship with the sun.