I never understood
how much you loathed
the sun.

Coming from a tropic island
perhaps I should have
comprehended how

the dazzle scorched your
frail myopic eyes
dehydrated your candle-

princess skin. I’d be horrified
how you drew the drapes
disallowing even a slither

of light. But I am a bear
from a dour climate
a singular basker

who revels under
the ozone glare
embraces melanomas

and shouts out vampire
to those who wish to dwell
in darkness.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist