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.
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.
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