Sunset
Dusted shutter inhales
For I am out of air
My scorching breath unfetters
The shackles of the grates
It combusts with the gilding glitter of gold
That harmonizes with the brown
In my eyes
Like a mute symphony of the nightingales
And a shepherd’s wordless parody to his quail
So I sob with a smile
To tangle that patch of tinted cloud
Selfishly around the tip of my moon-shaped mouth
Yet I lose the trophy
To the sun
As we kiss
And he cools my breath with lips of waning gloss -
Disoriented in the dark
Tears, the disguised parachutists
Cannot even ambush and kidnap
The preposterous and fugitive cloud
Now flirting with the shallow winds
In its well-fitted tuxedo
I, uninvited
Look on the lavish black-tie banquet
That ridicules the baffling romance that
Eternality sparkles indelibly
In the ephemeral
Glass window cries her face into absurdity
As I continue
To reinforce her sentimentality
By breathing out these lonely notes
Silent as ever and now cold as well –
In my plain white gown
With eyes that radiate brown
Still
Joy Tang