some days the sky welcomes me

so i’ll walk out to the trees who called

my bare skin radiant and hot to the touch

everything left open to the world about me

my soft warm steps (the sun,

going in celebration (and the birds,

with the grass and mud. (and the flowers

all the world stopping to bathe in the

flush glow surrounding me

but when i stopped and stood before you

uncovered, vulnerable

reaching out for you

i wonder if it was you or i who was burned

that second when our fingers touched