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We could drag the sunset down with us
if we really wanted to.
there's no one watching,
no one to tell
them
and blame you

and I
for the
darkness
that should follow
if we do this right.
and maybe later we

can stick it in a jar;

put it on the shelf
in front of the bouquet of dead roses
you gave to me 2 years ago,  
and next to my eyes
that I plucked out myself

after realizing
there were stars in them
that had fallen down from heaven

all those years ago.
You remember those days, don't you?
Back when your brainstem

was not the only thing baring flowers
and the thorns of the roses that are decaying
on the shelf were still thirsty
for my juices
which I gave them
without thinking

of why they thirsted so.
For who questions beauty anyway?
And beautiful they were;
you are.
Or perhaps that is only what the eyes remember
from yesterday

when we knew we would drag down the sun
to have it set
upon our shelf as we frolicked through the daisies
in the darkness that followed (since we finally did something right)
as the stars fell like raindrops from heaven.  And we-
we got wet.