Evening Soliloquy

I watch my contentment, painted on the cheek of sunset

Contemplating the last of his shadow imprint as it

Chases bird choruses westward, asking for wind

That only briefly touches his sonorous embrace.

I love the silence flung from his city shoulders

Crowning the space where tepid conversations

Traced the patterns of my mouth,

Mouth stained with the hum of red

And ardently falling on the applause of his eye.

Life is like poetry; loving isn’t about capturing the muse.

Some words, are so unnecessary.