sundown

#sunset by Amanda Oaks

sundown

temperatures
begin to fall
into the mouth
of the night
& the lips of
the speaker
are pressed
against
the words
between
a breath
of peace
& the heart
of the dis—
agreement,
counting
one & two
& three,
the amount
of stairs
between
imagine
& forget
your
heart is
racing—
a drum
beat
in a song
for someone
to fall
asleep to

                - Amanda Oaks