It was circled by her arms

and she was

letting it sear against her


Droplets of honey

and sugar cane.


Diaphanous light in her hair.

She ignored the white-hot heat

of it all,

Till the rest of the world

fell away and her honeyed blood



Then one day

it was gone

and she was like a spool

emptied of its thread.

And there was only a husk

of the girl

who had once held the sun

in her arms.