Sunset

Sunset

You were the sunset.

A boy of vermillion.

Like the smooth colors of the aqua satellite.

And the cool touch of your hot hands

Is the hurricane that is suffocating me.

Your jacket has a scorch mark on it.

Was that where the devil touched you?

Or is it just a nick from a bar fight

You weren’t invited to?

I asked if we should get married.

You said with a big enough ring

Anything is possible.