Last Spring I discovered that when the right eyes catch you in their light, you are seen. Aubrey was like the sunrise after a winter of Nordic nights. She brought a chance to start again, everything reset, you could be the person you wished you were the day before.
Aubre was direct, strong and had the ability to pierce whatever surface wore her reflection. Like slivers of sun-flares, burnt diamonds, she got under my skin. I was full of her.
In a short space of time, feelings grew like stems emerging from seed. Bursting like a river through a barrage, they flew.
I didn’t need to worry about letting myself go, risking running empty, because we were part of this together, me and Aubr . It was a cycle of replenishment, a process that couldn’t be seen but the consequences of which could be felt, proving its existence.
To and fro and back and forth, we exchanged parts of ourselves. As one person evaporated they were filled by the contents of the other.
Combining rushes of water and light left rainbow colours in our wake, a new spectrum for us. Aub danced bright, and I felt like I would never be afraid of the dark again.
Au was buoyed, Merle filled her from the tips of her toes to the whirls at the top of her crown.
Merl was rooted. She was strength, non-judgmental, with a sweetness to rival amber. A envied her.
Mer couldn’t fight what was to erupt, unchecked, from her heart. Leaving marks, like bark when its rings are marred with scars. Nurturing warmth turned scorched, their crossed paths were left parched.
Me was no longer doused by to obscure or salve her wounds. The rush of elements stopped as abruptly as it started. would have tried to hide a roll of her eyes at being described as ‘elements’. M would have blushed, nudging her love with a lightness of touch.
The ferocity of fire was left to burn itself out, incrementally; a violent, unwanted, renewal.
was glad not to face these consequences.
still searched for diamonds in the amber.
Image by Victoria Morton