though you offer me sunset stars, spiralling,
and eager gifts of moonshine to relieve my dreams,
to turn back before time's hourglass
rumbled in response to gravity's call-
from duskdark to twilight, to day
and all with an everlasting evenshine smile, your visage
freshscored with yellow firestones that light up
like diamonds long hours in the hearth
like your heart when you peeled aside the flesh
and pried away the ribs to show me,
excited as though you'd just learned a new trick.
and it was heady, cinnamon crimson and liquidfresh,
the rhythmic beat of your fervour thrust into my sight
where I could not help but note it was a song
you thought you played for me.