We are two tone
skin colours stark
sweat melting us

into light waves.

We move too fast
to watch ourselves
watching.

Sunshine shedding
shadows on the carpet

birdsong and the wind,
miles of empty sand
between ourselves and eternity.

What do I want from you?
I offer magic gifts, Ali Baba caves
of mysteries, but you for me?

A hand to hold, a body through
the long goodnight, a heart that
sweats with wounded pride,

a broken jar I cannot mend
or transfix the bits to turn you into,
what you should have been:

can only shine a light
point a path paint a picture
write a song,

look into your morning eyes
with the affirming sun.