The Universe at Twilight
written by: Ricky Hawthorne
In falls the light:
Here, resting momentarily on your
Tender shoulder, then
Decanting through glass, butterscotch
Beams slide along the folds of your
Curly, cryptic chin, cascading
Into the furrows of your cardigan,
Nestling, like careless snow, glowing
Cerulean, then sangria, lifting and
Narrowing to an
Infinite, ever crooking finger, tracing
You in ochre, metamorphosing to
Emerald pine and finally crossing between us,
Briefly enlivening my pale patterned shirt, enjoining
The ends of our rainbow, this
Languid peaceful evening, as it did
Once on smoother skins and unsullied
Minds; the sunrays swathe us in
Kind silent blankets.
Yes, yes, I recall that distant light…
How few are they now
That rest as we rest
Even our own
Even our own…
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