Why aren’t there more poems about the Sun? This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

October 16, 2014
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You glow as if you have drunk from the curve of the moon,
your lips cupping its crater-ridden surface.
As if surrounded by a thousand glittering fireflies
as they brush you in their own personal fire.
So you glow.
On your back, you carry a mountain
of gems.
Encased in stars,
enveloped in galaxies,
encaptured by the Milky Way.
You walk a million years across this
universe,
this reality which can never touch your skin.
It is if you are made of lava,
of burning rock and death.
I mean that in the lightest way I can.
You are bolder than Saturn,
lighter than Pluto,
hotter than Mars,
livelier than Jupiter,
and lovelier than Venus.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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