Fool's Gold by Nicole Wylie

Fools Gold

I, Daybreak: ‍

waded near the shore

tides flush with our hips

beads of salt water

citrine on your skin

melt away my worries

turn my heart liquid gold

pyrite in my locket

— I am willing to be your fool

II, High Noon:

heels rest on the dash

blind trust makes me weak

the coast is dazzling

sun-blushed pasty cheeks

roll up the windows

fill the cabin with heat

absolve me of static

— with the fables you sing

III, Sunset:

sipping on whisky

candlelight flickers

distorting your smile

dulling my shimmer

your golden guise fractured

my memories reform

my intuition was blinded

— until I found clarity in the stars

IV, Dawn:

alone on the cliff

near apricot skies

glancing at the edge

weary of the dive

we were evanescent

you wrote our paths in sand

the sun rose above the sea

— to let go of a future we planned