Sunflower in my pocket,
cape caught in your amber light.
We bend like stems at midnight,
gravity forgets our flight.
Petals sing the battle hymn,
pollen drifts across the moon—
every seed a tiny flare
promising tomorrow’s noon.
Hold me when the skyline cracks,
photosynthesize my fear;
I’ll wear your gold around my neck,
a hero blooming in the rear.