Seven electrical wires bisected the frame of the coastal-glow sunset beneath ’em;
With the moon humming peacefully and reading the sun through her lids,
Beautiful things waited in anticipatory excitement.
And as she kissed the sun goodbye,
The dew fell out the air with faint winds
It was thirteen past days and the night belonged to me.
 
A frenzied state of desire would bite us the hardest on a 16:59 Friday hour;
Only to find the dozen of us dwelling on the flavour of a single-malt amber fluid,
On our little hideaway, atop a futuristic high-rise apartment where we lived and shared.
This evening was just beginning when something caught and flashed in my chest–
 
The eyes of a young woman, walking briskly into the terrace in her low cut evening dress
Leaving a rippling trail of light as she moved through space like water.
Black-haired, somewhat fragile, rich and intelligent in expression
She had trapped me in her gaze, those gold-flecked brown eyes
She was incredibly and painfully hot, a living wet dream of the mortals.
 
A sweet melody was drifting through the busy atmosphere
Basking in inconsequent polite conversations, canapes and whiskey.
Locking my lazy eyes with the damsel released an undignified–
“Who is she?”
“Has she ever known love?”
“Is she lonely?”
 
Her usual softness froze in a brilliant smile, her eyes sliding into focus of my gaze
“He is here,” she said in a flat tone, her eyes still wide.
 
The moon had started to hang up higher in the sky
Putting spotlights on her and me, until at the end
There was none.
 
It was time to go.
A whiff of her red skin, of darkness and dead earth,
Pulsated something elemental inside me, resplendent with gold—
We were the gilded bodies buried under the cherry blossom.