Herialae

Herialae

So he unbound himself
Into me.
Him white
I black
But it wasn’t just black and white.
It was in his tongue.
In my eyes.
Our love too innocent  to grow.
Him white
I black
It was his father’s hold on a gun
And I staring down the barrel.
It was in my father’s war cry
Whilst burning down their home.
Him white
I black.
It was in our uncertainty.
Him being desired
I deemed the lesser
Him white
I black
So I bound myself
Into him.
Him white,
I black.
We love.

Dedicated to a sweet stranger, who had a stronger effect than what I had anticipated.
– 02:31 : Differing timezones.

Light from Lita
See you soon

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