Not Another Metaphor

I hardly knew what sunshine matter was…
Yes, I imagined its power, dreamt bright-
sight, felt figurative warmth. Yet because
senses exploded I got not the light’s
body wholeness and possible peaces. You –
confidently current – charge up my mind.
Precise eyes, ordered nature, handsome truth,
calculated complexion, smile aligned.
Your measured touch stimulating. No ache
of storm above, electric paining love.
No hero to perform, heart to break.
Of course you could live without me. Thereof
I knew not what energy sunshine could be:
radiation which lets us reason beauty.

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