A love letter to the sun

A love letter to the sun

I could sweet talk the sun forever
I could live in her wrath
Bask in the heat
Live purely off of the warmth she leaves on my arms
Until she is too tired to do so
I could wait for her forever
The sun and all its good intentions
Her pity for wishing for her too often
And the confusion that comes with the cruelty of her lingering presence
I'll wait for you always
Until the next shedding of the seasons
Until you visit me again
And leave the clouds and tan lines in your wake
I will wait for you always
Until it's too late