Sunflower Child (Apollo & Clytie)
Do you remember
when you were young,
sticky
and stained red
from clutching popsickle sticks
in your small hands?
Do you remember
how you'd tilt your head
towards a sunset
redder than your sweet mouth
and block the light from your eyes
with fluttering black lashes?
I never looked away.
I dreamed of golden sunlight-
your gaze-
finally focused on me; a spotlight
and in my mind's eye
the wind was your breath,
a gentle gift for me,
butterfly kisses scattered
across blushing cheekbones,
marking freckles I didn't have.
But you,
most beauteous and fae,
carried yourself aloft
in a blazing blue heaven.
I watched
in silence
your ever-arcing and parabolic paths,
wishing they would cross
with mine
and saltwater rivers
shaped the land.
Dusty days passed
and my throat burned
with a thirst only you
could slake
and my eyes,
so attuned to you,
turned black
and fractured.
My hands,
fluttering in the breeze
aroused by your passing,
became petals
as golden as I thought your light.
I root myself to the lines
you and I etched into the earth
when we were young.