balladeer of moons
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Sunset, for Kate
Orange sashes diagonal across a larkspur labyrinth of sky
There is still some sweetness left in the day
Did the God that made the diamond blue make you?
The sun is on its deathbed again
And fine blond strands are falling across Bacchus' vineyards
Their laurel-lit swollen tendrils excite me
I cannot shout loud enough to be heard but by one
The warmly kissed body of the world
Incandesces in lavender lakes of elation
Cerise-eyed dervishes reel out of a genie's eyes
The come-on of another equinoxal sunset
Sparkling madly they give the flesh of the moon new hope