My sunshine.

Wrap me around like a warm towel, like kid out of bathtub.
Warm me like the hot-water pipe that runs in the chilly downtown.
Like a mother's hug, like a brother's pat,
Like a yellow spread-out cricket field in some northern county..

(When the ball came looping from high in the sky,
the fielder closed eyes because the Sun was too bright.)

Like a quilt you get in stale air conditioned hotel,
Saturate, warmify or sepia our lives.

Like a father's hug when the son scores a mark,

Shine on you crazy diamond... light up thy spark.