the words of twilight are sweeter
they know more
simple words
riding leaves
past a soft sun

no plan
until part of it
they swirl
and this is
the sweet part

*

the sugar in my coffee
the sad panaderia
the grey kiss you left me with
after the flares
still you
still a kiss
but more so a swirling away

before night
the tragic kiss might hold beauty
midnight it stings
i bleed 4 AM

*

you belong in the half-world
of Einstein's dime romance

it all made sense in that kiss,
from power to pain, yet
mysteries of loss glossed over
because unbearable,
our small alls descending
in the human way,
by pure desire

this is what twilight is,
sweetness    mad words only,
flown to insatiable dark


~

last kiss w/out image
� 2003 by john e

i'd rather it have been set at twilight
than imagined midnight
or what happened at 4 AM

nature shines its tricks
under a soft sun
we hold them at midnight
unravel before dawn

a year later i write
what my blood did
then write this

without bricks linoleum
open window in the heat
so much traffic and
the steel edge of air
against my teeth

no delicacy
wine is sour
our every
description