have you ever danced in the sunset? twirling in drenched gold evenings, trailing rays of light like the skirts of a southern lehenga bright gold, twirling kissed fingers allowing the sun to smear your face, muddle your features.
have you ever drowned in the sunset? did you hear me? turned it up? /did you hear me/ spun under the sun rays, kicked the beaten stereo until it played music- such sun songs, bright and bold singing under palm trees and crumbling homes?
have you ever played in the sunset? like piano keys and fingers gently folded by rays dancing through a windowsill fading into rich floor, turning it worn alone in the breeze, windows open with friends, hearts closed sun mottling pages?
have you ever loved in the sunset? it all seems possible, when your faces blur in the sky and then darken, inevitably it all seems natural when youβre under the fires of heaven whoβve dappled your body, are waiting to flow through your veins.