Saturday, 7 April 2012

Sunset (Day 7)

Three days of red sunsets
Swaying to and fro in the breeze.
Then a blizzard.

Three days of cars groaning
In the distance
And leaves laying across
The road
Like a curtain.

Windows rattling softly
And the fire in the sky
Faraway in the corner
Of another imaginary postcard.

The moon hiding
Behind the pier
Making love in positions
That go beyond any
Physical movements,

And an colour
That hangs around in the sky
Like the roof of the world
Before overdozing on red bull.

Something that still blows in
From the wind
swaying to and fro in the breeze.

Something that still blows in
from the wind
like your kisses
until you are next in my arms. 

(Day 7 off asked for us to write about a colour,
and I ended up writing about a red sunset I saw recently after several days
of storms) 

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