A Couple and the Sun

Oh my God, what in the world
is that thing in the sky? It glows.
It sparkles, it shines, it blinds me.
My, I think it is the sun. How dare
it bare its huge face to the world
again?

Well, dear, I’d like to hug him.
Reel him down to the earth and give
him a king’s welcome, let him brighten
my skin, my hair, my voice, my heart.
Yes, dear, I’d rather like to hug him.

That thing is an abomination, to use
a cliché. Such an obscene thing
to do. You are ridiculous, darling. Truly,
I mean it. Leave me for it if you wish.
I shan’t be surprised.

Ah, yes, leave you. That is the solution:
I will marry the sun. I will marry a thousand
stars. How can you be so out
of your mind, dear? Don’t you see,
dear? I’d endure an eternity
of rainy days, if only I could spend them
with you.