have you ever noticed
the most brilliant sunsets
dance around storm fronts?
that melba peach
can only vibrate
across the skin
when the eyes take it in
against
woolen gray...

i chase sunsets
most often meaning to get there
but running into grocery lists
and bathtime i
somehow miss it
the bigness,
the build up,
the sigh of its exit

but every now and then
if i inhale
in and in and in
until tears press against
my breath
He
lets it wait
leaves it pulsing against my skin
a tasty
peach
of what has been,
build up and all,
until darkness
envelopes the
shadows of
the setting retreat
in silence