The palm of the sun.

I want to be
not just warmed by the sun,
but warned,
that I can only live this path
for so long
before I gain momentum,
slip away from sturdy
branches and friendships
I never unveiled,
and rot -

I want to be
warmed by the sun,
instead of enduring heat
for you cannot
permanently exist
in a heated state
without injuring flesh
or grafting skin.

I want to be
warmed by your touch,
by your fingers stretching
to fulfill God's design.
Won't you hold me now,
help my heart be made
lighter in your golden
laughter.

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Written 6/08/14 @ 2:01 PM