We Held The Sun

We held the sun, we two, and only kids;
On dampened stairs, we saw our brightest days –
With strawberries and blond, your hair would shine;
And I would breathe, not knowing of the air

In innocence we gazed at purity;
‘Togetherness’ meant only, we were two —
We looked and touched and felt for the first time,
As children have and will, so did we do

And where the warmth was felt beneath our skin,
The glow infected, cauterized our eyes;
We strangled back the yearnings of the years
A life too big for two so child-sized

The joining force,
Together, there, as one:
Upon a lonely stair
We held the sun

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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