If I sit out in the sun too long
Brooding over the sun's old songs
And I bake and I seethe
Until I become a flame
Please come get me
Please collect the feeble ash
Of my arms and put them
Around you still burning
To be touched again
Again and again
While love passes through
The guest of my heart
Who comes and goes
Refining me to gold
In his own sweet time
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