Mild Sun

Sun in bamboo

Meager are my words
to entice your ardor
but safe are these arms
open to you in harbor.

For passion soon
spends its wily self
and wrecks my heart’s
most fragile health.

So I love you
in those subtle ways
that promise not only nights
but all my days.

Warmth radiates

If you choose
a mild sun
for the basking.