Color me sun-kissed, Ra, who dwells before
clouds pressed to tinfoil texturing and coated in gold leaf - the
silhouette a gilded lily. 
A blue minute ripples ceaselessly into another, and I
am something submerged. And here, a breathing in the surface break
of a (temporal) pool - infinity fathom, found, with a finger raking
of the scalp, my hair Pollock to the canvas of my cheeks with its soakings 
and I’ll let the moment slide childlike into oblivion. 

Serendipitous the echo.
Serendipitous the echo hush.

Ra(w) lusting after my skin with the edict of Aphrodisian pedagogue,
Oh! the sun is going down. Little wonder
the Gods are bronzed.