Atmosphere

there is someting to be said for
holding my breath, to the point
of weakness,
to choke back the nausea that
rises every time
i think you might rest your hands
against a captivating sunset…

because everyone knows
the colors are brighter
at dusk

and i will always find
myself staring at my reflection
in the morning
wishing i were painted as red
as that sky.

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