Light the dawn

You’re the heroine of my weekend dream,
                                                      with a voice like dripping honey.
            I ask you what it felt like. The moments before.
                      Instead of an answer you push your fingers inside my mouth,
and I am silenced.
              I close my eyes and the years fade away,
                                                      but you’re nothing more than a child,
& I’m the one losing.
                                                                                   Always losing.
        But that night, when you dive into the empty ocean
                                   and tell me it can’t last, I laugh –
kissing the black night and wondering
                                   what morning has promised you.

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Michelle is a writer from England. She is an English Literature and Creative Writing graduate whose work has been published both online and in print. You can find more of her writing at her blog: sarcolinedream.tumblr.com