My blood has always run rather hot.
It’s my domain, really. A part of me I cannot and would not excise.
Some part of me has always remained in summer, and I wane through the winter when the glow of the sun and the rich heat in the air is spent. But when life returns to the world so does it return to me. And I can prance and sing and play, everything that gives life zeal. And where is there more zeal but in the lips and scent and shine of a lover?
Is it any wonder that I should love her, when my whole life has been spent jealously hoarding away light and heat and bright things? Is it any wonder that, through her glow, I no longer wane? If anything, it should be a cosmic joke that I have ever lived with or loved with another. That I didn’t save myself right from the beginning for a mare that can eclipse the stars and make the sun itself look dim, and can return to me what the cruel seasons leave trapped in memory of light and heat and sweat.
Because she is the sun.
She is a goddess. And I feel ridiculous when it occurs to me that that’s what part of me was left while I suffered through cold and loneliness. More than anything, I missed the sun.
It’s the lifegiver as assuredly as she is my lifegiver. As certain as a flower dies in the dark, so too would I wither into nothing without the light she is. Without the heat of her smile and sanctuary of her eyes. How can eyes be so expressive, so as to weep at all times? Even when she smiles, and burns my eyes, how can those eyes brim with such meaning and compassion and beauty, that each feeling of hers, and mine projected, could be as single strokes on an oil painting?
A masterpiece.
I don’t know, nor do I think I should. These are answers for better ponies than I. I am simply humble and small, and so, so lucky to have found myself the one favoured by her light. That she might burn furiously until she’s burnt away all shade in which I may hide and there is nothing to stop us from burning together.
But ponies around here are shallow, and I’m no different.
So it’s a willing burn.