With palms wide open, he positioned her hips towards him.
He stood there with eyes amazed and said pain was in her beauty and beauty was in her pain.
Sweet breaths escaped the sticky gloss of her red lip stain.
With skies clear as rural nights, he took her hands into his as they slowly began to dance beneath the intensifying moonlight.
He pulled her in to his steaming coffee skin and spoke directly to the depths of her soul.
“You see so many bright hearts and wonder where you fit in. Plagued with failure, your thoughts on future outcomes seem grim.
Your eyes seek with wonder of why no one remains near, but have you considered that the burning passion of your soul makes others stir clear?
You are Goddess of the Sun.
Others will always find pain in your beauty, but it is you who has to see the beauty of your pain.
Until then, your glow will remain dim and always the same.”