A Kind of Gravity

Light celebrates your skin,
like toasted cinnamon
sweet amber rum
and I wonder if this sun is just a clever object
for your eyes to play with
mixing colors like a reckless painter,folding time
into forbidden shapes
that leave hard creases in my thoughts
which fold all by themselves,
But something bends for you
each time the shadows flee,
like refugees made homeless by your smile,
more potent than your laughter's hymns,
a rhythm my heart beats to ,
a kind of gravity
that spins me.

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