kobicha sunset

Blood orange rondure, apocalyptic brood settles,  
stormclouds just east of my eyes.
Breath that burns all the way down, lingering like a stiff drink
without the high.
 
August heat, oppressive blues;
for the second time in my life I lock eyes with the Gods,  
daring them to look away first, praying for a stolen wind  
to take me from this place and into passion's den.
 
Beyond smokey batiste all is beige lavation.
Assuage my laden heart, the rise and fall of affliction,
and the parchment pages of my mind where a fine layer of ash
has settled.
 
The sky stood still between blonde archangels and lovers;
despising our regrets, refusing the rain.
 
(Artwork: unknown)