her curls become sunset when she frolics into the shade and it frightens him. like penultimate Hemingway, he can’t stand to confront the inevitable pain that lies near.

is it over already? the beginnin’. gold fades to orange like an over-worn oxford. curls wrap her ear like a secret and release the tawny flecks of her irises to overwhelm surroundin’ skies. your eyes look like sunset.

grins chuckles slices of hand. can’t ignore it. ringlets of fire burn stroma pierce retina. grabs a spool and allows it to spiral his finger. proximity stings but he ignores it. tan and white. bronze & gold.

october eyes starlit skies. grass exposes invasion of night. projections changin’ perspective. sparkles ignite flames in diaphragm, scorchin’ his pasture spring. lungs charred by smoky skies cloudy eyes. peers upward for relief finds grief.

twilight. a crimson horizon in disguise. stars gone but the moon ridin’. rides light waves til he drowns in abundance. asphyxiated by a love he can’t summon. nowhere to go after sunset if the stars can’t guide. nowhere to go after sunset if the stars in her eyes.

confusion > pain. four w’s and an h loopin’ his mind like a first kiss. ensnarin’ it. pops would be ashamed to witness this were he present. never was. he’ll claim unaffected til metaphor becomes reality and the sun don’t set no more cause time will have dipped too. endless time. time endless.

don’t let time end this.