A Universe between Twilights

In sweeps the light:

Now, resting momentarily

On your dipped shoulder;

Decanting through glass

Its butterscotch beams

Sliding over the base of your

Careless chin

Cascading down to kiss the

Folds in your cardigan;

Cerulean and then sangria,

An infinite finger stretching out

Across you to caress

My arm, transforming to emerald pine

As it slides along my pale patterned shirt

Enjoining us

Either end of our rainbow

This languid peaceful evening,

As it did once when our skins were smoother

And as unblemished as the sunrays

That swathe us in kind silent blankets.

Yes I remember that light

How few are they now

That rest as we rest

Even our own

Even our own 

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