Absorbed

True, we cannot stare into the sun,
instead we turn about our gaze
and look for ways it plays and runs
through bare and lazy coils of fun;
and I’ll admit, I never saw
the sun like in those eyes of yours;

they swelled and held the earth’s attention,
soil and roots and bark within them,
marvel how as bright as brown,
as dark as light, drawn deep, I’ll drown,
and gladly sink below, beneath,
beside, reside, subside, release,

and through the skylight, watch it pour
the sun into those eyes of yours.