The marigold sunrise spilled over us like a chilled drink,
It dripped down our parched necks,
It brought the fog and clipped our wings.
And the mist landed on our lids with a bright promise,
Vowing to erase the fears from last night,
Vowing to fill our future like a chalice.
Your warm palm slid down the back of my bare spine.
I knew we could not stay here forever,
I knew you were never truly mine.
But the sunrise satiated our irises until they bled red.
It fed on the freezing silence between us,
It poured wine and broke bread.
We were torn apart before we could even resist it.
The sun hid behind the dark pine trees,
The wind swore that we never excited.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 