Hooray, more depressing poetry!

so this is pretty much finished, but i think it is missing a little something yet...let me know what you think.


In the Evening

A thick honey stretches between parting lips,
and I have found time to live forever;
stuck to the final thoughts in a falling sun,
I strain young words for the rays to never fade—
never steal desires now baked too brittle
to whisper (as truths) over ears hardened
by sweet, aging lights.

Cold hands slide over cold hands:

red smoke in our eyes,
burnt tar in the air,
a warm rain becomes mist.

The night will find us a constant winter
as we cannot change with the leaves,
left to simply soften and tear beneath the ice.
We will not gasp or breathe, but remember
warm shadows of a long burning sun.