Red Sun

Glossy through your white lace drapes

it ignites the tips of shadowy pines,

candelabra on the narrow kitchen table.

 

There’s only room for one in that space,

but there’s two of us in bed, silky hair

sliding against my arm, striking a match.

 

I think it sinks lower out there, skirting

the horizon with firm, open lips kissing

calm ocean waves below, dissolving in blue.

 

Yet the blaze is a never satiated red,

thrusting itself in through the gaping

window and staining your walls crimson.

 

I’ve dwelt in this twilight my entire life,

still no matter how many sunsets I’ve seen

I can’t seem to greet dawn at breakfast.

Reviews

[Beccy]

Each line is exquisitely balanced between the sensual and the sensuous, and just I love your use of language in this lovely poem.

Beccy.

[Ashira Macy]

You paint a very vivid picture with your pen, and the form and rhythm are stunning. The second stanza stood out to me the most. Keep it up. =)