Dust
We sit at opposite ends of the rainbow, each with a share of gold.
“Make me a peach” you reach for the light orange shades
dusting brush in acid drop powder as though you’ve done this your whole life.
It has been three months.
A clump in the crease of my eye – you blow softly, correcting.
If only other things were so easily righted.
The palette between us presents a kaleidoscope of possibilities
We are just trying to keep up inhale
a twist in my gut knots exhale
then releases stabs gnarls inhale
relaxes exhale
When I open my eyes tears of pride / grief / relief.
I assure you, it’s just the dust.
Lydia Sofia is a writer living in Worcestershire. Recurring themes of magic and nature appear in her work, as well as her experience of gender transition from a partner's point of view. When she isn’t writing she is supporting victims of sexual violence.
Of Dust, Lydia says:
“I started writing again following my partner's disclosure of her intention to transition from male to female. This followed 11 years of us being together, and it was a surprise to me but we are a year along the way now and it's an amazing experience for us both.
I wrote this after my partner did my make up for the first time. It’s an emotional and lovely memory.”
Find her on Instagram at @lydiasofiawrites