this evening sky

this evening sky reddening
like a young girl
first time aware
of her beauty,

soft breasts
with pink buds,
pulsing together
with breath and heart

and the furry animal
between her thighs,
ashamed to be
recognized as woman

and embarrassed to
like the compliments
of fluffy clouds,
of flirting birds

blushing being seen,
suddenly knowing
another mystery,
wonder in her eyes

this red is not
ashamed nor does
it know itself
nor me

this sky filling with stars
and night closing in,
the river a black mirror,
a bitter taste reflecting

flow of dark and death.
all is so awake,
the last crow calls
a lost soul, who.

the wind pauses
and spring makes
the water sing:
the gates open

and open
and open,
sleep the healer,

death  release.

this evening sky 

reddening,

turning night,

and horses

chewing grass

relentlessly,

in innocence,

out in the fields

i open my car

and take it all

with me, a song,

for this what it is.