the end of day
like the colors volcanic display
until mirrors reflect ripples of lava red then black
evolution of earth in the simmering
fuming magma and sulfur
orange luminance all sparkling cosmic
gloaming purple elements, fade away,
desirous of night, to leave behind the suffering twilight
o my beloved in the dark, half moon dreams of your
prism tattooed and pierced neck
under the blue white star of the haunting loneliness
a wing above the moon becomes ice
like a winter mask
beneath astronomical lids that do not eject
sleep in your stars, here adorned
horizon girl, feel her intimacy with the night
her tender mouth like frantic religion in a race to die,
in dreams, but not dreams
as in stars; just like that,
donating nothing but disarray
you must embrace but not embrace
like a poem that gives blood to a diseased heart
we weigh our options without benefit of scales
then begin to detach
until twilight is undone
between 12° and 18° below the horizon