v. sunset spirals, take2

[bisaltse]

more ambience in the wake
of the twilight
casting eyes in
all directions of
places which they should not be.

couldn't catch her,
if you tried-
couldn't catch her,
even if you would die...

untouched by
the sins of
darker nights
and late-night mornings
'and i wondered what you might
say, if i were to call it a day?'

so is it enough now?
(is this not enough now?)
something like this,
softer or harder to please
than most her-

downcast eyes and imperfections
attract some beguiled attentions
leaving their mark
by sunset depart-
clouds separating the sky

in voices, high tide.
Nothing left in her wake, is sanctified.