I am a child of Sun and moon. Of hot sun, and cold moon.

I am a child of heat waves and eclipses. Of sweat drips, and pupil dilation.

I am a child of salty wind and bitter breeze. Heat beating heart, cold closing lips.

He raises my chest, she caresses my cheek. Sinking feeling, she’s reeling me in.

Eyes are glazed and skin is pumping. Warmth rests, darkness awakens.

She’s reeling me in.

But I call out to my father Sun, I want to feel his warmth!

He is setting.

I want to brown my skin!

He is setting. Moon is rising, chill rises my arms and legs.

I’m gravitating above the ground.

The Moon crests, and I plummet. She tells me it feels good.

It does. I am pale now, a transparent white.

I am invisible, to the world resting.