Helios by Sarah Currie

I watch you walk up the path
towards me.
A soporific sunflower swinging
from your hand.

The sun sets through cracked glass
your chiffon dress stains,
A yolk-like hue,
in refracted light.

It is impossible to articulate to myself
in that moment
just how beautiful you are.
To admit how much I want you.

The last crescendo of the dying sun
escapes you
and shines white light,
a ray for each eye.

I am temporarily blinded
and feel like running
from how scared I am.
How scared I am of you.

To blemish your heart
Would kill me.

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