Sunset

the sun lit up the sky

then intimately died

slipped down and fell
behind the horizon

and the quiet is what I remember

the most and thinking to myself

we’ve known this perfection together

before

we’ve known this life

and its rich bittersweet taste

that we continue to crave

and all of our love and  hate

poured into our insight

as we strip bare

the plains of the mirror’s edge

and it’s not right

that you must be blind

and not see the fire

you ignite

and it’s the longing I can’t deny

an intimate warrior

of ethic and delight

unearthing the truths

to define wrongs and rights

opening sublime

awakening

and in this way

we were never apart

in every breath

I die another death

with no escape

dimming the days

under the rays

of a dying sun