Red Evening
Knotbrook Taylor
eyes sufficiently closed
all the world was bathing
in the red beneath the lids
of some imagined immortal
swimming through vermilion
air thick as water
Pinot Noir the prism
firewood the smell
gentle was our moving
though urgent in its nature
held back and exquisite
greater and more profound
sounds of broken rollers
dashing upon the shore
scent the waves and waves
of dulcet brunette rings
all was naked twilight
all was now but going down
and going down
was but half the journey
our sounds were elemental
language immaterial
skin suffused with meaning
hello hello hello hello
in the locus now
we are focussed now
both present -
tick the register
yes miss - paying attention...
yes sir - paying attention...
the night is coming
and we are here...
Published in The
tide breathes out, 2006
(Lemon Tree Writers)
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