LOVE'S HEAVENLY DISGUISES
Huffing and puffing,
Moving my feet at a quickened pace,
Three and half miles per hour
To be exact,
Still blinding and irritating, although
It had begun its decent to its hiding place
Somewhere behind the ever-changing horizon,
(It just never sits still that horizon),
I rested a half-dozen times at least
To capture the yellow beast in its daily twilight ritual.
With my digital lasso, of course.
My own twilight ritual.
When only a narrow band of autumn-burnt orange remained,
The curious specter appeared.
Her bright venusian light
Dispersed into five sparkling diamonds
By my glassless eyes,
Appearing like a distant marquis,
Called to me.
“Who are you?” I whispered in my heart.
“It’s me,” you replied.