When the sun sets
Bring me the sunset in a cup
so I can drink it in.
So it can saturate
my darkened body
with warmth.
So beauty can fight the ugly
in me.
Bring me the sunset in a cup so I can keep some for later
when the fingers that protrude through the earth
lock
onto my soil stained feet and
drag me
towards their
gnashing jaws.
And bring me the sunset in a cup so when both of our hair has turned the color of
a freshly pressed nickel and
our skin has matured and now sketches the landscape of
roads we have journeyed and mountains we have ascended,
so when our bones begin to crumble and collapse like
temples from decades past,
we can pour it out on our doorstep,
and gaze as it leaks across the sky
and our bodies can be poured into molds we formed when
you brought me the sunset in a cup.