Fall of the Evening Star...
By Ashlee R. Jensen

Speak softly; sun going down
Out of sight. Come near me now.
Hear dying fall of wings as birds
complain against the gathering dark...

Exaggerate the green blood in
grass;
The music of leaves scraping space;
Multiply the stillness by one
sound;
by one syllable of your name...
And all that is little soon
giant,
all that is rare grows in commom
beauty
To rest with my mouth on your mouth
As somewhere a star falls
And the earth takes it softly,
in natural love...
Exactly as we take each other...

and go to sleep...

Thanks for the contribution, Ashlee!