You, women and girls
Ever Sunrises, Sunsets
Metaphors galore
Were I to sit down once again on that bronze-y parquet floor
Recalling bare-legged me
Relishing the coming summer sunset warming the scene
Floor-to-ceiling picture windows
My minion, watching monkey-business on the idiot box
Constant companions, we
T-shirt and shorts, the two of us
The uniform of the discarded
I would smile this time
I understood and understand still
Your ill-behavior, your abandonment
Warranted silence
I could say no more
I’d polish my toenails
That same multicolored glitter gloss
Plotting my goodbye
Knowing you won’t care
May I melt into you at sunset, when our day is done, and the deep — delicious, as a buffet — lies before us?
Will you walk with me into that starred-space, wish upon the seconds with me, and show me what courage in the dark can accomplish?
Battle with me — and sometimes, for me — fellow-dreamer, in those in-between hours, then soothe my mind when I wake to the day
So again I may slay 
Walk first, if you must
Though eyes downcast, chin up, love
Always, your chin up
Of wake-up whispers:
I love you world. Yes, I will….
Take these outstretched hands.
Let’s lasso the light
So Sunrise shall meet Sunset
All while stargazing
A great deal of peace
The Western sunset offered
But lunch, what of lunch