...
"the sun is going down now"
So I measure the angles,
the prisms of light against the horizon
to see it the way you do
the glare hits me
square in the face
and throws your shape on the walls behind me
let me bathe in your calculated sigh
and fill in the gaps myself.
you can be sculpted,
I'll construct your pained expression
and forge the eyes that burn me at the stake.
I would drown in this puddle
just to convince you
that I am lost at sea,
where it is absolutely warranted
To fire a distress beacon.
a small price to pay
to experience my own handiwork