Dance in the Sun
Talking with Brandy while drinking wine
Painting the town to pass the time
Distracting ourselves because we can’t be alone
Closing the chapter of your childhood home
Fourteen full years of growth and some pain
Hand in hand when standing in rain
Slaying our demons, deciphering first loves
Still finding reasons to dance in the sun
Laughing ‘til sides hurt, sleeping ‘til noon
Being the coolest people in any room
Making sense of the past, creating our closure
Encouraging each other in navigating our futures
The rest of our lives has only just begun
We will always find courage to dance in the sun
I adore the freckles on your shoulders,
levelling out like constellations.
A dancer in your mind
getting lost in imagination.
You paint the colors of my reality.
Behind you, a flow of whimsicality.
Your intelligence in endearing,
your quick wit is magnetic.
Making the sweetest of nothings
ring eloquently poetic.
I find myself lingering longer than I should.
When it comes to solitude, I am simply no good.
Temporary affairs are my favorite:
passionate, emotionless, and fleeting.
I prefer them over strenuous feelings—
the type to paralyze upon leaving.
The kind that leaves their mark forever,
alike to a tattooed souvenir.
Throughout the following years,
they refuse to let you clear.
The Rise of Autumn
By the end of that summer,
there was nothing more.
Everything had faded
excluding my soul.
Bad habits were vanquished and
the vampires showed themselves out.
Who remained was myself.
What more was to know about?
Although solitude can be daunting,
it is imperative to grow.
What a better time than Autumn
when transformation flows?