Solar girl the light suits you

but the homesickness won’t leave you 

That restlessness now just hides 

In clandestine spaces amongst shadows 

Your teeth will never feel sharp enough 

for you were forged in honey and salt 

gangly arms stretching under canopies

palms outstretched for overripe fruit 

Flushed and olive skinned garbed

in worn-out cotton, breathe deeply now

amongst steep rusty clay cliffs to the blue 

deep water hazy and glistening

You’ve leaned back, let the sea hold you

turning your hair into streaming seaweed 

while tasting the sensation of eternity 

and asked for more with a tameless smile. 

There is no fault in feeling the moon’s pull

running to the edge of precipes 

is all your bare feet know and this soil 

is used to wild things that climb.