The Sun Rises

The sun rises at my window sill,

Rays jump on my sheets like puppy dogs

Like laughter when you fall in fresh-cut grass

I know what this means as I let the rays lick me,

In my entirety,

Alone

The dusk of my childhood

The dawn of my initiation

I do not fear that final sunset

It came last night

I knew it then

I left the curtains open

so I might feel the dying light

And feel no spite or restlessness

The morning is just waking

And raising my chin

Now the sunrise warms the wetness from

My cheeks in full bloom

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