Dusk
Dusk
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
sleep.
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