patricia c. silhouette

[silhouette]

patricia c.

let us sit in the quiet amber glow cloaked in the honey-soaked rays draped and exonerated like royalty and crowned like kings and queens

you smile in such a familiar way lips poised like a content housecat that same laugh ever crisp and warm like hot cider poured delicately into a red plastic cup and spilled across leaf-strewn pathways

i sit and watch us til the afternoon elapses into dusk and my lungs rattle like a pail of nails as your hesitancy glares a deep maroon flushed red like a bottle of neglected wine and when the shadows dance across the horizon i clutch at the golden tendrils until nothing remains except for me and your silhouette