Sunsets

A Poem by The Villain

Another love poem for my wonderful girlfriend

like rain in a forest
pouring over the canopy
like smiles in a crowd
burning through the fog
like diamonds in the rough
ascending to human hands
like pearls in your eyes
a shakespearian tragedy
wrapped in a turncoat
wrapped in a trivial sunset
can sunsets be trivial?
the beauty of purple over orange
over yellow over red
the colors meshing in
sensual intercourse
as I feel your smooth skin
against my chest
a glorious romance
embedded in my arms
like so many tattoos
I know you're there
like a crystal in a field
I feel your heart
like a sunset
I see only you