Stolen Sun

Taking
        the light from inside,
through
        my mouth,
to hold
        it in my hands
to look
        at it and examine it
closely.


You
        walk in on me and
find me
        holding the light
deep inside my hands
        that are clasped so tight,
hiding
        it away from your
dark, prying, stealing eyes.


Tearing
        it from my palms
it scalds
        yours
and sets you ablaze.


When I get
        the light back, to put it back
inside,
        instead of tasting sweetness,
now,
        only the
biting
        bitterness of
your ashes.