Mister Poet 333

sunset prepares a cocktail

of plum and pomegranate

giving all a buzz

without being intoxicated

drawn to dream slopes

where sunset warms against the cold

breath and heart hold the quiet

kisses tastes

sweeter

when made

of shadow

the depths

of passion

become

where

moonlight

and soft blossoms

grow

it's an internal

heat that gives

time slips my mind

and my thoughts

are infinite

unencumbered by any construct

g.o.a.t.

summers

sunset

and a full-tank of gas

waking up to your work

hours before dawn

inhaling the sweetness from your chest

before the day begins

we decide whether to be all-in

whether sleepwalking will be our means of engagement

or perhaps something Bold and Authentic.

soft curves

a lowing city

and the moon

silently

keeps vigil

stretched not broken

soreness softens

what edges had remained

long after every store closed

and the streets are full of silence

we share dreams walking home

feeling even closer

swapping the

swivel for a stool

he had the best

seat and

Under the dome of Heavenly Light

weeps not the green of Ethereal foliage

for the weight upon their mighty limbs

is an Ascendent Joy borne from the healing

paying homage to a favorite film

they had to enter

a city on the verge

of sleep

batts its eyes quietly

enjoying the final wisps of sunlight

like it was the first sips

of a morning coffee

paying homage

to a favorite film

they had to admit

"favorite"

and even "seen"

could include