Sun Worshipper

You came too close
Like a moth to the flame
Attracted by the heat,
The light,
The beauty.
Bathed in molten gold
It left you.
Running from every pore
Golden boy.
Child of the sun
Touched by the ball of fire
That gives us life.
Yet
Not burnt,
Just burnished
In liquid
Precious beyond all understanding.
Kissed by the sun.