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Ribbons of dying sun look neglectedas fading blush of scarlet and warmth of tangerine

drape last of light upon empty gardens drenched in isolation,breathing bedewed air

I stroke lavender gravity of space
that flows between him and I
starlit mist veils my eyes
like flower petals

Days crawl away in strangling loneliness
the evening star falls, mesmerizing  me
for eventide is no more than a shroud
of pining studded with stars
making me envision prisms of his silhouette bleeding into mine

I lie curled up in the crescent
drawing its cold around me like cashmere
savoring the frosty ache
and the heat that hides within
swallowed by night, becoming drunk
on the wine of a lover's languish