Sunshine

I will be what you see when you shut your eyes,
or if your breathing crinkles into chaos, I will be
there to hold it, know this— pricking skin with dyes,
plucking bone, I will raise these gifts you gave me
with grace. Will stand still, will offer my dependable
body and with patience impart some peace of mind.
I will rearrange. Flounder, gaze, harbor unmentionable
ways of knowing you. I will be your mirror, kind
and encompassing. A concerto of waterfall rocks
at your feet, a faithful ear, a mess of starry nights:
I will give you these things. You don't have to knock
if you've already made it inside, so just know, ya bright
beautiful creature, that even if I fail to make you mine,
you will still drench my body with all that sunshine.