Twilight is our embrace, Shedding tears Without waste. My face greets the morning sun Upon hollow earth, Dreaming For new stars that crater the ground, Making dust, Forging rust, Bleeding violet from roses That hold only red. I hold the daffodil close, Like I hold the primrose in my mouth, As I fold the orchids about my wrists, Kissing You, in the trembling me. Weed Out the unfortunate Sorts Who lose their lives on the rocks, Leaving lakes, striking matches on sand. I am your eyes, The world surrounds us, As it dies.