Pale evening,
I see your unique
ivory smudges painted on the breeze
Your lonely
veneer is placated, however, undefeated by flailing town traffic lights
Both silvery air
and heavy silence
Seem to array
themselves with your inauspicious lazy charm
Pale evening,
Your unyielding
alabaster skin is creamy-white, like vanilla cake and apple blossoms
It penetrates the
sky, pierces the sun
I feel your
cryptic graze infiltrate my flesh and silky whispers whizzing past my ear
You’re all
together a radiant dirty gray and a sweetish milky flush
You tantalize the
moon with chalky dazed-eyed seduction
You beckon the
sparkling dark black
Promptly followed
by glinting, clinking celestial night bodies
They cannot
refuse your numbing allure-
Your attractive,
indestructible ashen gloom
