The Healing Sun

I breathe the sun
from the naked pores
of my scabrous skin
inhaling
the warmth
and exhaling
the algor
deep from
the frozen marrows
of my glacial bones

the pain
attempts to exude
from the tip
of my frailing limbs
as congealed claret
in my capillaries
thaw
in the balsamic aurora
to gush
with the vigour
it had always been
devoid of

the tan in brown
amalgamates
on my frame
with the pastels of
frigid hopes
the serraphic affiliation
adorning my body
like golden desires
embellishing
amorous embraces of
impassioned lovers
meeting after
a long time.

~ Chhaya