Sun Sets at the Westernmost Edge

Your agates enclose a half written bitter
The same insignificance has a new look
If I’m honest — your little girl’s jealousy
Writes a better hook

Good

For a moment, sky was all purple
King spoke a new language, nonverbal
Fate drew a semi circle
You drove, I held a vigil

Before I go

This love I can never repay
This affinity is infinite, and this you know
This new ink on my blue skin
Begins to glow