Evening Fading

It’s starting to get cold again

sing a song of a lurid grey

learn to appreciate the fine sting

that beckons you back

Two birds in the twilight like our desire unwatched by jealous eyes

Delicate in ambivalence

is the grasping for

something warm unnoticed

as we drift across a moonlit street

like a passing epiphany

Like flesh suddenly familiar in

its translucence evanescence

like leaves changing

evening fading

your hand is warm I’m still grasping