Pleasantly, when I close my tired eyes,

The evening is beautifully made ; at 7:59.

The sun is setting &

we are high.

High off of each other's love.

We kick time away, with a push & a shove;

we reach for the clouds,

almost touching them, above.

Euphoria floats all through the air.

I dance, because: who the hell cares?

On the bed of my pick up,

you stand, feeling my energy; so, I share.

Then a black drop, torturing, falls.

I know to ignore the meaning, that it calls.

Hoping the tiny, calamitous, droplet hasn't caught your eye,

I kiss with you, to slow things down because ,

I know we're close to goodbye.

You don't understand, so I just kiss harder, instead.

Your lips, like tiny pillows, to all the pain, in my head.

When the liquid begins to drop and rain faster,

I'm scared you'll see this terrible disaster.

& I beg you to keep your eyes shut;

as if you painted.over them with plaster.

We hear the song, from inside my truck, play.

& now, we are down to wearing  very, very, little.

It says "when all of my time has gone away,

I wanna say that I've left more than days...".

I think about that line & wonder what I fulfilled.

& now the black juice covers our skin.

Making love in this catastrophe,

I uncover your eyes, so you now see black;

all over our skin.

It's getting too thick..

& now, I am awake again.

I am laying, ever so comfortable, in your blue jeaned, lap,.

Now, awakening, safely in your arms.

It seems it that it was only a dream, from a nap.

I had never been so happy to be in hot, clear weather,

& knowing that it's not a trap

I will now make sure, to keep open my eyes,

Wondering , if it's time for me to go sunset searching,

I glance at my iphone, to check the time.

Dejavu.
7:59