Written by: Brenda Atry

                                Thumb smudged
                               Bands of blue.
                             Blurred edges form,
                            Eve's sultry sunset.
                          Blues smeared by a firm hand,
                       Invisible to those with 
                     Hard hearts  that resist the knowledge,
                    Of one's touch that is the most sublime. 
                  Blurred silhouettes divide the velvet drapes.
                  I long to brush my cheek against the silk,
                    Knowing the  coolness will touch my skin.
                      My eyes watch fading hues blaze pink.
                         A final release of day
                           That's ready to retire.
                              I raise my finger,
                                To close the lids
                                   of sunsets'
                                    eyes and