Dusk Rouge

Sweat into the summer dusk
The red sun blaze
Sinks to burn other places
Other times

Still the remnant heat strips us
A million faces now bare
Gone the impish tease
Risk all romantic, eyes afire
Or furrowed brow student’s frown
Fast advancing shadows melt all such details

The world kneels into night.
Black shapes, limbs without bodies
And whispers, whispers everywhere
To the dip of your back and the sleek of my hair

Tell me, what do fingertips see?
A new face in the darkness.
Mine or yours
Yours or mine.
Time, time
Is gone.
In some other place
In far away climes.

© Wenee Yap