Beams, by Aleah Dye
i open like a rose when you flower my neck, your vines and my vines intertwined, a bed of grass below, no one’s looking, we checked, a beautiful thing obscured because it is ours, blooming, sunset, talking to the purple and blue, you’re looking down while i’m looking up, up at blue eyes, my rose, last bit of sun our life giver.
last bit of sun our life giver, rosy cheeks, blue eyes reflecting the moon, i’m looking up and so are you, no more purple and blue, dead sunset, bloomed already, this beautiful thing is ours, we checked, no one’s looking but us, bed waiting below, our roots intertwined, i lay out on the sheets while you water my thighs.
april 24th, 2020Aleah Dye (she/her) primarily writes poetry, tending towards topics of morbidity, love, social justice, and philosophy. Her biggest inspiration is Walt Whitman, and she specializes in the free verse that he pioneered. Dye also writes (supernatural) fiction and (philosophical, personal, humorous) nonfiction occasionally. She aspires to change people's lives and hearts with her words. Find Dye's published book of poetry, If I Just Look Hard Enough, for purchase on Amazon and Sweek. Discover her other works via publications like Ang(st) Zine, mineral lit mag, Beyond Words Literary Magazine, and Malarkey Books. Follow her @bearsbeetspoet on Twitter for more content.