Sun Organs

A pool of warm light shines on my left shin. 

Which then spreads to the crown of my head

And pours through the box of organs

I am a mushball!

My body is on fire and I am sick of being alone

To yearn to be wrapped up in their light

And I become swept up in our fire. 

I am your puzzle.

Fold me in half.

And I fall into you.

My fingertips graze your own.

And I draw and I paint and I spill

I am my own temple. 

The visitors have come

The ones who I worshiped. 

The sun bakes us all

In this mess of organs.