In My Sunsets

You came by the
other night bearing
the curse of nostalgia
and the sunset.
My feet became stones
when you asked me to
waltz with a ghost and,
my mind became a
transcriber of
rational irrationality.
The color of your
dress outmatched
the fruits of the sea as
your radiant undulations
struck me with an
illusion:
the valley that I love
was bloated with sin but
you still retained your
beauty; that ominous
beauty of the sunset which
is short lived and leaves me
clamoring for its
tangerine rays.

You came by last night
wearing the sun.
This time you didn't ask
for a waltz
instead, you sat down
on my bed and
turned me to stone.
You didn't forget
your gift of nostalgia
and you surprised
me with a new gift:
a smile.
You came by last night
without knowing that
cholera burns me with
each visit, with each image,
with every rouse
and, with each sunset.

You visit me each
night with the ignorance
that the knowledge of
acquainted lovelorn
dies because I get to
love You -
even if it's only in my
Dreams.