Descending Zenith
Sun's dying moments
Breathing fire into her eyes
Knowing it would live still
In her
Simmering Stare
To live
To burn
To grin
To laugh
All again
In her
Delicate dance
I listened
I observed
While the pressing through
Burned
Longing to taste
The smooth move
Of
Her dancing lips
Dripping
Curious to call
The kiss stolen
When it was a gift
Of life
So freely given
As the
Descending Zenith
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