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An Ode to Sunlight And All That Is Beautiful.
(Including Love, Death, and Louis Tomlinson)
This Is It:
it had been said to him that he was the sun
first by his mother,
then by his lover
but he never really listened
and continued to burn brightly
his smile lit up the moon
and the moon smiled back because of this.
his eyes stole the luminous stars
reflecting them to green eyes
and filling his world with constellations all named louis
or sometimes even
apollo.
he never believed them.
to his mother:
Apollo in spring; brisk morning air accompanied by a warm voice ringing over the sounds of a hot shower
Apollo in summer; fireflies seem to chase him, after all, he blinks light into her heart just the same
Apollo in autumn; he makes his sister smile though she is ill, this brings him joy. he spends time with the both of them while she heals.
Apollo in winter; he built the fires and used the stove so she wouldnt have to, she's so tired from work yet still luminescent in the his presence.
he never could tell.
to his lover:
Apollo in the morning; when the light emitted from his skin as long fingers touched his face so so gently, seeking the warmth from the rising sun
Apollo in the afternoon; laughing at a dirty joke in the frame of a window, his body so small yet so bright and bubbly. perfect poetry emitting from his mouth, no matter what he said. almost as if, mumble from him was sung like a hymn and resonated again and again and again
Apollo in the evening; where summer-kissed lips touched nighttime tea and the moon flowers bloomed around him.
but he still never believed it.
but one day, there was a crack.
he saw the stars rising in a new way,
as if they rose for him
that's what harry had said all those years ago.
the crack in the veil, revealing his joy to himself
and he was humbled.
little petals and leaves started stretching from his fingernails,
and his palms the resting place of clovers with rose-purple flowers,
and his arms wrapped in vines with smiling grapes sweetly humming their love for him,
and his mouth adorned with dewy roses, pink as his blush,
and his heart was dimly glowing,
the sun,
(their sun)
the son that kept them growing.