Evening translated into love

The innermost landscape, 

where afternoon is translated into evening, 

and evening is translated into love, kissed 

by an open window dream, 

only held in hand shaped with air 

that blow the green grasses of home, 

travelled to meeting you 

to your open walking paths 

wrapped in green eternal, 

lounging for rest around the eyes 

as browns of the day shy 

in the shadows 

where birthed are ideas, 

scenes, and light 

tender feet pressed against,

a composition formed of Sunday love songs

and cotton brushed cheek 

mooring in a belly bound in delight for life 

for now, tomorrow 

and for time.  

art by Alcira Hava

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