the sunset

is blowing my mind right now.
a pale purple bruise and blood mixed with light, 
colours that aren't in the text box, too bright,
spreading in streaks and silhouetting branches,
a thin line,
changing so fast i can't see it change,
moving so slowly i can't see it move.

day into night, and
a tiny kiss lifts another horizon.

it is not the movement, this thing that i can see;
frame by frame in a fluid dance
everywhere, outside and in, micro and macro,
but mostly it resembles your eyes,
that uncoloured light,
that changing
living
>thing<


slowly in circles
a tingling pang stirs me
like a wooden spoon