my hands pressed firm on where morning lay-
it's pulsing flesh adorned for me,
in colors soft and warm and
as clouds turned pink by the horizon-line,
my teeth touched light against days' spine,
and traveled from it's base to nape,
to nuzzle there amidst the rays.
i only in the wind's exhale,
remember who i am and where.
the firm caress of sun and day,
stays with me.