Ocean Depths

The sun fades to pink,
the last light of day streams through windows
painting the walls Rose dust golden

The tree's sigh
crickets sing
The hour is none

I listen to the endless tic-toc of the clock
the wind
and
his breathing

A burnt orange sky crumples

the moon lazily sleeps
above the horizon
it teases the shadows
and
leaves his tumbled hair
in silver tendrils

Casts oceans in the depths of his eyes


I repress a shiver

trail fingers down the length of his torso

and leave a kiss
before I say goodbye.