Sunset

The gloaming blue hour fades below Eighteen degrees off the horizon. Rousing a black bile To our fair valuation of the warming star. The other end bask as the earth orbits Everytime the light hits the equator. We prepare for the devil's complexion, Deemed soft. The reedy rays has their fortitude Slugged by the exigence of the blind eye. You pull off your hand from mine And say "adieu" as though the opposite has its grave beneath the deep blue. I stoundly gaze at you flee home, longing you only belong to my molten heart. I curve my moon like tomorrow is promised With your love in my palm.