The Sun

I fall, you bandage my cuts and I look at you
Like you are outside of yourself, your
Presence floating in the wind.

I am looking at you and you are not the sun,
I cower and hide from the sun,
Not from you, never from you.
You are not the moon, the moon is miles away
And you are holding me carefully in your hands.

You are not darkness, I see you,
I know you, nothing is mysterious about you.
You are not the light, not pure,
Not clean and unfiltered,
You have made mistakes and your hands have hurt.

I look at you like you are the sun and the moon,
Like you are here to save me.
But despite it all you are not a God.
You are inside of your body, and I’m in my own.
You are human, you are not perfect.
And neither am I.