II: Sol Solis

I hear it rains diamonds
on Jupiter, so paint my vagabond soul
a thousand varying shades of amber
because the corona of his starlight
is the only ring
I'd ever wish to wear.

I pick handfuls
of jasmine and hum to
the buzz of bumblebees as
I hike this predestined path;
the minute and hour hands
interlacing and releasing their fingers
countless times as I dream of resting
my crowded mind along the
column of his spine,

of weaving my olive branch legs
around his waist as he picks the guitar,

of our listless souls dancing
in the reverb like leaves
in the wind of an
early autumn.

He wears
an umbel crown of stars
while tracing the constellations
of freckles which are tattooed across
my skin, seeking the truest human parts of me,
remaining the reason why my journals pages
have become dog-eared.

My muse comes to me with
pockets full of earth and
a smile of sunlight,
the flower of our love
burgeoning still
at the edge of oblivion.

**A/N: Written for someone very close to my heart.**