I was carried away by the sun today. I ran for hours in Discovery Park, up and down trails overlooking Puget Sound. At home I sprawled on bed beneath window and jerked off. Why not tell you, it felt good with the sun on my stomach. I pushed the spooge into my navel, where it grew runny as I drifted off. Came to and dipped a finger in the hot thin soup and spread a sluglike slimetrail up my middle the way a coroner would. Semen must be moon juice because it took the sun and broke it into the thousand sparkles of daytime stars you never see. After a shower, I filled an old milk bottle with cold water and tea, set it on the sill for the light to fill it. I drank the spring light like dandelion wine and a liquid sun was in me.