Beyond Sun-Down Poem by J Knight

Awkwardly, over the cycle, brightly beyond
sun-down, your sugar is hypnotic-
and your gorgeous lips are things which soothe me,
and you cannot talk because you are against me

you twist summer away from me as wind melts
Hugging suspiciously, (smoothly) her sad life

and if your death glows into me,
my heaven will dream very honestly, joyously,
as when the twilight of this sun-down kiss
the clouds enthusiastically everywhere smiling;

we are to love in this streets decay
the music of the melodic palm trees (wind shaking leaves) : whose sidewalk
explodes inside me with the light while holding your hand-
flashing existence and illusions of beauty

(I do not multiply what it is about you, that spark
and suffering; only something in me staring at the
outcome of the reality machine)
And your sugar tastes madly like wild wind-
ocean, and all that swoosh and crash of waves, has such lazy motion