Summer sun, that brutal lover,
leaves its blistering touch
on my pale skin, presses
its merciless dominion
in a fiery embrace.

I struggle from its grasp,
soothe its damage with aloe,
restore my parched body
with the liquid sun has sucked
from every molecule.

Winter sun, the benign brother,
offers a subtle tenderness.
It reaches through a shroud
of ice with a sensuous stroke,
a gentle radiation on my skin.

It folds me in its glowing robe
until my muscles cat-stretch
and luxuriate in its embrace.
In this shrunken world that shivers
I stand trembling with delight.