Love From Sun Poem by Felix Bongjoh

Sun, the light that digs
out patches
of night

from buried debris
covered with soot,

and the graphite fabric
that builds up a jade
black tower
with no chimney

to breath out a squeal
and a stretchy wail lost
behind mountains,

no flint shadow left to trail
wind-blown
weeviled stalks
and withered flowers.

The plain gold spider
shot at a plastic sky spins
in the sun, lighting
up the world with its gold
and silver glow of gorse.

Chrysanthemum
and daisy,
the sun's siblings
shine on green-taupe earth
to pull the sun closer

to our feet, as we walk
through a garden
of love, stars from orchids
falling on us with sunny
confetti to warm up hugs.

When a ray's sharp cut
of sun rips open
an old swords slash left to fester
and scar into insect wings,

gossamer scales
from the wound flying
to the sun to shine with wings
of the dragonfly

diving into sands
to shelter
in a baked warmth from sun.

Churning love
in a cauldron of shells
on a flattened beach
of lovers,

sun flashing out
flying petals
from a lake's splashed sparks,
as their eyes grow
into sunny flames.