By Croix
The sun shines in through the top of the window. Even the blinds can’t keep out the light. The sun is vengeful. A tear drips down my cheek. Salt on the tip of my tongue. I remember when I mistook your salt for sugar. You looked sweet and wholesome. Now I know your savory side. The water sweetly stings my skin. I remember his countless persistent hellos . The lavender fills my lungs and forces out your poison. “This isn’t your fault.” His voice rings through my head. Effortlessly he runs laps around my brain. Warm flesh embracing me. Amnesia. The storm ceases. He is a god. In this moment I am his willing slave. He refuses this, but the offer still stands. His harmonies cleansing me of all my sins. His hand on my cheek. Kisses erasing reality. Floating above all the chaos laughing. We lock eyes. He brushes my hair. Grass lightly scratches my leg. I watch as he picks daisies out of the ground. I marvel at his fascination with the simpler things. My heart bubbles. Fear floods my body. A timid curiosity lingers in the background. Hand in unlovable hand. I am in the presence of something bigger. Daisies now in my hand. He smiles. His hand brushes my face. “I love you.” I am fire. I am ice. He is a god. I never understood why he said this. Now I do. He is a god who loves simplicity. His presence comforts me in the confusion. “I love you”. His silent smile says it all. Grass now scratches my back. I don’t care. His arms around me are all that matter. Smooth like satin. We lay in silence as the birds whistle above. For a moment my joy erases your hate. We are gods. You do not exist.