Love As It Is

I sit, soak in sunshine, a way to cleanse
myself - burn away those pieces for which
I’ve no use, not caring about others -
what they might want - not today or ever.

Skin blisters and I feel no pain on the
surface or deep inside - just a freeing
of my spirit, a return to some place
long forgotten - a time of happiness.

Tears drip, scald this burnt facade, erasing
the tracks of misplaced passion, sealing off
the sorrow once felt as elation - now
gone - I have stripped myself of such folly.

Eventually, this red flesh will bronze,
relaxing into life - love as it is.