Greying Partner

Photo Credit: Harli Marten on Unsplash

Reading the prints on your moon
I threaded softly, your heart
Through your eyes, trained to swoon
Your skin flies like a fiery dart

Growing old slowly
Greying till it’s all white
Serving the nude moon
Bright dusty white lining

The days are slow
When I sit down doing
nothing at all, but
Growing old slowly

I bring sand from the sea;
A clenched fist in a bottle
Salty, wet, forlorn and forgotten
the days remain a shade the same

Without a web of tangled hurt
Hanging lazily in a translucent shade
My heart stays lost in a tangled maze
As I slowly grow old with you.

Feature Image Credit: Lee Bernd on Unsplash

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Olutomi Akinsanya

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