#4

Added on by Archer Dougherty.

by Archer Dougherty

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Yellow evening rolls down the mountain

Burning tips, black silhouettes of the cottonwood trees.

 

The warm white sheep trickle into a stream, under

The marble sickle moon. 

 

Cool indigo shadows flow out among the golden

Hills; the crow settles into his shroud.

 

Evening sinking silence cushions the tick

Of the clock; stills, then moves, then stills again. 

The red wine grabs the sun in a pair

Of green glasses - the stars in their shadows dissolve

In the fading light.

The orange flame of evening extinguishes itself 

In the perfect shadows of your hair. 

 

Slow thumbnail strokes;

a strong chin in a marble palm - cradling a light smile. 

 

Cool moonlight slides over our naked

Skin.