He makes me feel yellow--
not like I’m sick, like I’m warm.
We all get the sun,
but I get him,
which I know
is better.
People say better
be careful, yellow
can turn red, do you truly know
him? I say you don’t know warm
when it touches you. Heat him
up, and he’s still a gentle sun.
Look how he rises for me, my sun,
how he touches my cheek, better
than anything you call soft. It’s him,
it’s always been, yellow
in his left eye, so warm.
I want to marry him—this fact I know.
How can you know,
you’re too young... The sun
stops for no one, the warm
slap will hit a last time, no better
than a dream in yellow.
I will out-maneuver time with him.
With him,
I will know
the world—every bit of yellow
in the fall leaves, in the sun
that shines through dirty glass. Better
for it all, somehow more warm.
As it stands now, warm
isn’t easy. We are young, him
and I. Young but better
for that youth, better because we know
that we are still glorious, sun-
drenched creatures, souls loud and yellow.
I will warm him yellow,
we will better the sun--
these facts I know.
not like I’m sick, like I’m warm.
We all get the sun,
but I get him,
which I know
is better.
People say better
be careful, yellow
can turn red, do you truly know
him? I say you don’t know warm
when it touches you. Heat him
up, and he’s still a gentle sun.
Look how he rises for me, my sun,
how he touches my cheek, better
than anything you call soft. It’s him,
it’s always been, yellow
in his left eye, so warm.
I want to marry him—this fact I know.
How can you know,
you’re too young... The sun
stops for no one, the warm
slap will hit a last time, no better
than a dream in yellow.
I will out-maneuver time with him.
With him,
I will know
the world—every bit of yellow
in the fall leaves, in the sun
that shines through dirty glass. Better
for it all, somehow more warm.
As it stands now, warm
isn’t easy. We are young, him
and I. Young but better
for that youth, better because we know
that we are still glorious, sun-
drenched creatures, souls loud and yellow.
I will warm him yellow,
we will better the sun--
these facts I know.
Aleah Dye (she/her) primarily writes poetry, tending towards topics of morbidity, love, social justice, and philosophy. She is dreadfully afraid of imperfection and spiders, in no particular order. She has a one-eyed cat named Ivy and a one-track-minded (food!) cat named Rosebud. Aleah hopes to make hearts grow three sizes with her words. She is a 2020 Sundress Publications Best of the Net nominee. Read her latest work via Another New Calligraphy, The Daily Drunk, and TART Magazine. Follow her @bearsbeetspoet on Twitter.