Sun hope and desire

hand goes to chest
almost to confirm heart
the beat in the palm
blood and thought

hope runs too far
A child unwatched
a smile too wide for the mouth
a presence too heavy for a world like this

The sun ashamed
screaming down in hot interrogation
why do you worship me
Empty eyes fail to hold a glance

hand goes to stomach
just to confirm digestion
routine satisfaction
A predictable centipede

desire flares up
A dangerous rash
consuming most of the body aggressively
identical to sunburn