Day 21: “Yellow”

Poetry

he offered me a fever

they could be ours, he said, those radiant months

it could be our summer

and I conceived its likeness, its brightness

alone enough to make my head ache

but my heart swelled and his was gold

and I couldn’t look away

  

his fingers would tremble wrapped around stems

of sunflowers behind his back

we’d sit by a lake, some place unacclaimed

until moonlight rode the ripples

 

we would drive home before we met cold

and the traffic signs we passed would glow

I would tug at the barricade tape ’round my chest

remembering the danger in hope

 

maybe his warmth was a warning

he made me so happy

and that’s why I was so hesitant

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