by Belana Beeck
There are many secrets here we must discover
As everything seems to be undercover
Us
As her toes touch the ocean water, he stands behind her
Her hand holding his, tugging him closer to
Us
The water crashes, waves so small they whisper
The wind holds its breath as we step into its space that once lived in our imagination
Our footsteps printed proof of our past that’s now present, a potential future that’s so new to
Us
Her heart races as the silence blankets. He’s smiling and she turns to look at him slowly. They share a silent exchange of words; held within thoughts as his hand travels to her elbow, tugging her closer
But she whispers:
don’t kiss me yet,
and he stares at her wanting nothing more than to start an
Us
He looks up
the moon.
She takes a moment to smile; her heart still races at the chance of an
Us
She’s staring at him when he looks back down. He chuckles, so soft we barely hear it. The saltwater kisses our bare feet, shoes forgotten on the sand. Her dress caresses the foam, sand sticking to it
We’re so close now, mere inches, nothing compared to the miles before
And
There’s a moment where she considers what it would be like to close the gap that separates
It would only take a second to snap the tension, to have an answer, to know what it would be like to finally be an
—
But no, because
this deserves more than that
this deserves innocence
this deserves the softness of a slow start to
Us
conversations in the dark
honestly I really love it
there’s something about it that lulls time
hearing the wind,
a bird’s chirp,
the rustle of leaves,
when it rains,
the consistent pitter
patter,
the heat of the sun on your face,
the whisper of people talking far away
it puts me in the moment
and I don’t worry or think about anything else
silence, the ticking of seconds
moonlight, a lightsource
a phone resting next to the pillow
soft white noise
“there’s an aura about you, an uncorrupted spirit, a daydreaming child
i used to be like this too and then things changed but it’s nice to see that spirit persisting somewhere else”
an understanding breath
a nail tracing wrinkles stamped on knuckles
an encouraging smile
you can get it back
Wonderland
Down to the rabbit hole we go
Just like Alice when she fell below
That old tree that stood just so
In the dense forest that marked the beginning of – oh!
There’s a canoe we must row
Down the rivers’ flow
Towards the roots that glow
As green as the leaves that grow
But this world is different somehow
It’s obvious from the second we jump out
We must follow a guided route
Presented to us by plants that sprout
But these plants are not what they seem
They dream under the lee
With sleepy eyes and floating Zs
Smiles that rest comfortably
There are many secrets here we must discover
As everything seems to be undercover
Our feet hit the cool water’s blue
And we take in the view
Making the decision to pursue
Something new
© Belana Beeck
Belana Beeck (she/her) is a prose and poetry writer. She loves to spark imagination and passion in all who read her work. She recently completed an MFA in creative writing at Chapman University.
Find her on Instagram @belana_beeck and @belab.reads or Twitter @belanabeeck.
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