She hates the sun!


It burns through her skin,

sizzling her soul,

stealing her peace.

She hates the sun,

the searing heat,

robbing her thoughts,

her focus shattered.

She hates the sun,

the burning pavement,

the scorching sand,

the fried tempers.

To be locked in a cool room,

on cool, crisp sheets,

listening to His cool, calm voice,

submerged in the chill of the ice-cube,

as His practiced fingers slither it across her skin.


This is her dream today,

and every day of an endless, baking summer.