Last Vestiges of Love

As the sun sets in your eyes
through the clouds
strains a filtered guise
the scattered pixels from
the grainy carbon of our daliance
retreating from the horizon
left on the cerebral cusp
veiled membranes, the residual,
twilight's gray shadows
adjoined to love's last glint
from twilight's pleated folds
streams a copper tone afterglow

the vestment of ordination
that engendered doting beams
yieldin

Last Vestiges of Love