grapefruit flesh sunsets

Being out at night, just before the sun dies, holding you, not knowing about tomorrow, but being certain that today we are. Today.

grapefruit flesh sunsets
dylan breathing
through the Huawei speakers
who am I
when I am
in your cinnamon eyes
breathing
at 04:26 pm
our hands are alive
in your tie-dye hoodie
burning away
this january sun
(we are dying)