i know a girl with the most perfectly brown skin and big brown eyes that look like a doe.
she is a child of the sun.
you can tell; when she stands in the light its written on her face. the crinkle of her cheeks and nose while she smiles and the sun dances on her face.
you should see her. she has a yellow glow to her, like a crumb of the sunshine was rooted inside her chest the moment she was born.
i have always been more of a moonlight child.
when she takes my hand as we walk across the courtyard and a little wind tosses a stray hair out of her face
and she smells like something homey, something gentle, something worn and something loved.
i am convinced she is a child of the sun.
she must be, with the way her laugh brightens the room and the way her kindness inspires kindness in others.
she is some kind of clumsy angel.
she is the birth of a star, the explosion to become something extraordinary.
she is an experience, she is the meaning of love, she is a home.
my veins entangle with hers and our ribs have formed a roof over our conjoined hearts.
and golden light pours through our windows.