a sunlight to wait for (I couldn’t only wait for you)

we sit afront a raging ocean, the closest
I have been to home since I left it, catching
sand slipped beneath bent fingers
and bruised legs, catching caution,
catching time.
the sky above, now black, roars with the
moon, the ferocity of winter burned into our skin,
burned until fire starts and we
finally have something to sit around.
you carve our secret into your hand and hold
it, hide it, honour whatever it is we call ourselves
and I learn what it is to write, you learn what it
is to be seen. you ask nothing
from me, but for you I compile my
entire lifetime into black and white notebook,
black and white like you, like moon in shadow
cast and only in shadow cast and how I
loved that your shadow fell only
when I cast the brightest of light.
and as we sit in this darkness,
this hum of flame dimming before us, you
paint me into the sun, paint me into a
sunrise of colours and courage and
cowardice the size of anyone’s,
cowardice the size of the flames
now gone and your eyes still holding our
secret, still holding on from
where we left it.
I hope we don’t leave it
too long.

Reviews

[Nila M.]

I really like the impressionist style and heavy emotional content here. This is some of my favorite type of writing. I'm looking forward to reading more!

[Charlotte e.e. Griffiths]

Thank you so much! Your words mean the world and I'm so sincerely glad you enjoyed it! Happy to have you reading my work any day!