Blame it on the Sun

I would take you into my ribcage,
Swallowed whole into the heart of me,
All the light of you
Sun and moon.

A wish shared by all,
Perhaps to return to what we came from,
A larger whole
That we feel even in life.

Blame it on the sun,
Its light will always set me on fire,
Reflected or otherwise.

II

The question is,
Are you mine already?
Or rather, are we all everybody's?
We all share life,
The great thread through being...

So, are your photons mine,
That which resonates with me?
Pieces of you bouncing around,
Greeting pieces of me;
Us, not self,
But a great mix of you, me, everybody
And all.

My love,
The sun
My god,
All life.

We,
You and me,
Are nothing more than
Everything.