At Twilight
I drink warm wine
stretched out
on a steel bed
while the bulls
run the tiers
clouds float down
burning my eyes
still bruised
from yesterdays sunlight
You're smile
swallowing me whole
I try to imagine
your face
without a smile
I cannot
love makes fools
of us all
Where are you?
behind the white fence
in the little white house
in a dream
We had beans & tortillas
for breakfast
with tomatoes & red chilies
the color of dry blood
Steve Burkett 5/13/14
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