Stark Relief

Some days I see you whole against the sky, a shadow in stark relief the way wet clothes highlight contour; you, soaked in certainty that the setting sun behind you will shine on your face in the morning. Your surrender glows ‘round your rough edges & softens the intense boldness of your form, a boldness like a character of pen & ink who ripped his body from the page and determined to walk the earth as a man, a softness that glows on my face as if you were a messenger of the sun risen from shadow.