I lie out in the beautiful sun.
Filling every bit of myself 
With her warmth. 
I am so greedy,
I want every ounce 
Of the heat she beats down.
I am so hungry for it
I don’t care of my skin burns.
I am afraid 
That without her warmth
I will be frozen here,
Frozen in time
Stuck in this cycle 
I pray that her warmth 
can set me free.
If only for a moment,
I can be lost in her embrace 
And forget
That I am indefinitely trapped.

By Charlotte Hings