And the Sun Set

 but my eyes couldn’t rest

they kept

                   searching for an inch of skin i hadn’t yet explored.

In fits of irrationality i disregarded all sense of me

and pursue the losing of it to you.

Now you’ve got my lungs in your grip and you won’t let go.

But gently, gently so.

Ah, i love the furious sky and its angry winds. And the tiredness that is my day!

The weariness that stirs my senses

into vivid dreamlike dazes,

the browns and mohoganies of the bricks screaming from the wall.

                I press against it with my hand, fingers spread open palm. Tips absorbing the initial contact. The cold solid bones of this structure. The cold solid bones of your being.