Holding on

 Oh but the sun is shining down on us and we were dancing under her at dusk 

We were illuminated by something that will one day engulf us, she had shown us everything, except her. 

She never told us our fate; but instead allowed the human experience to flow through our stomachs.

She had never felt the warmth of the sun that only she can give. 

The moon rose to signal our time.

Oh but the sun was shining down on us. Now we are here.

Under the moon where we play; no one sees.

Our fathers will cry in vain.

Our mothers will perch and stay silent. 

Under the patch we lay, until dawn.

Oh but the sun is going to shine down on us. 

To soak our bodies with sweat, to reveal the thick polished skin underneath that we crave to touch. 

We get up and to reality we return.