Sun on the Skin

I closed the door. It was not enough! I locked it. I opened the window. I cast my eyes over the windows around. No stranger’s eyes could see. No stone could be thrown by a stranger’s hand. I sat on the carpet I pulled off my stockings I hitched up my skirt. The bright sun of day poured over its warm waterfall of light onto the flowers of the carpet onto my shins onto the roundness of my knees onto my white thighs it filled to the brim my cold lotus cup it drowned me in its powerful caresses it built a nest in the chamber of my heart. The sun for which I opened the whole window with complete love with my trembling hand...