Sunrise spills, a blush of flame, his skin drinks morning’s claim. A stir beneath the cotton veil, the thickened pulse rebels, frail. Light licks the curve of hip then lower, daybreak’s tease, a fevered grower. Steel and salt, a breathless arch, the sun’s grin melts night’s final starch. Fingers trace the taut, hot line where shadows dance, a restless sign. He craves the gasp no dawn can muffle, the swell of life, raw, unsubtle. Horizon burns, two fires entwined, one in sky, one rooted, blind