Questions, placed on the back burner to marinate in
what has been made
and these moments contain
the many layers of magnitude portrayed
from your eyes in the sun
That must have been a ripple in attraction and
a tall tale that has stained the inner eyelids of
every complicated hesitation within my complexion,
like the perplexed grieving boy we, for some reason, cherish
~Tina Meeks
The stage is set at sunset, marrying dusk
The colors of the sky are the colors of a blood orange
and faded denim jeans
Telling a story of how the colors bleed
peacefully and melt into the sea
Pleading to see each other for a moment more
and little do they know that for as long as they want,
they create this moment again day after day
They will modestly liquefy together and become introduced to the night
~Tina Meeks
