She smiled like the sun / Not warm / Not glowing

Blinding / Burning

I closed my eyes against

Her glare

 

Her laugh reminds me / Of the sun

Rattling through the trees / Dragging down branches

Pulling / Pushing / Pull / Push

Blowing my hair into tangles

 

She kissed me / Gently

It burned my insides / Out / Like a hollowed tree

I felt her tendrils tightening / Around my throat

 

Everything is so / Much / Too much

And my tea's gone cold