My shining sun,
He beams so bright.
The rain refuses to show me right, show salvation for my eyes.
Am I right? Am I true?
Bodies moving together, tight-lipped, harmonious
The moon illuminates the night, the crescent moon reflects in his eyes.
Scattered clothes,
The horizon rises, empty beds in its wake
My sun, he beams so bright!
Are we right?
Are we going to be accepted into the light?
His tears, His smile,
My shining sun beams so bright
His belt, my shirt, his top, my boxers
But I… just can’t let go of the sight.
His mind. Our mind. Us. Intertwined.
Are we true?
How can I decide?
My sun, My rain
My doubts, My love
Are we true? Are we right? My shining sun,
He beams so bright.
Rhythmic bells, The thick bind of our holy book
My anchor, My prison.
Our preachers, talks of sin of love of the body
He talks of my love, my sin.
My shining sun.
Are we right?
How can one love one who is of the same sex?
Blasphemy, but is that God’s thoughts or yours?
My shining sun, my rain, my love, my pain.
Can we be right? Can we really see the light?
My shining sun, we shine so bright.
Together, alive.
Author’s Note:
I wrote it randomly. But I like to read, and I read a little prologue of a book in a bookstore. And got inspired :)
Precious Iyegbola Adeyemi | 14 | Charlestown, MA | @ 2precious.fr on TikTok & @xoxo.prex on Instagram
