...

"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