sunspots

she balances wonder
with a loss of inhibition
and traps sunlight
between each strand of hair

she moves through life's marathon
one sunray at a time
and catches her breath
under the shadows
of endless
possibility

i like spending time there,

resting with her
not counting the miles
of everyday life
or worrying about a finish line

time doesn't exist
here
it waits until
we wake up
covered in golden threads
with traces of sunspots
on my piollows

i wonder if she noticed me
squinting in the dark
cuddled up to bright,
delicious dreams.

i liked
spending time
there.