Torpor

I took the time to relax, close my eyes one day and thought this up.

I lay my head upon the dirt,
eyes facing the midday sun.
Behind veiled eyes
the membrane of black becomes
orange, pink, electric red.
A warmth washes over my body.
Tides of grass carry me out
into the pastures,
wave upon wave upon wave.
Melanin levels rise,
sun-kissed skin whispers a lullaby.
Wave upon wave upon wave,
crashing on kaleidoscope eyes.
I don't feel the itch
of my skin in the light.