the sun

that day i caught you in flagrante delicto.
you were blazing an endless trail of fire,
slow in the sky.

they label your movement sunrise, sunset.
lovers kiss and consume in your name,
but you are this glorious incomparable incarnation.
i would wait for your touch, which only burns me.

to me, you taste like caution and endless desire
stretching into the horizon.
what would i taste like to you?

i orbit around your furious fire,
hoping for possibility.
the earth traces an endless ellipse in the skies,
spinning into infinity.

in the night, you burn, still:
but no one sees.


in flagrante delicto: latin for "while the crime is blazing." a legal term, equivalent to "caught red-handed".