The sun does not scorch

I will sit on the pyramid where I will be seen by you only
At dusk my tears flowed
Without restrain like a waterfall
You chastised me
O! With your burning sensation

How I hated you
How I wanted to lift my head up and grace your your face with spittle
Your rays ate up my energy
I couldn't breathe
But it filled me with a strange yet more firm energy.

I was bore of you
Your words I chewed
Letting the lumps crawl down my throat and enlarging my belly with a new feeling
A feeling of longing yet satisfying

My sight is renewed
If this is what you want me to see
Blind me with your rays
Let me at the sight of your rays gasp

I was told you give vitamins
Is this the means?
I have walked on red hot coals

My feet are adorned with non-flammable soles
I leap, lean in for his embrace and touch
Alas! The sun does not scorch.

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