Which Sunset

The waterfall of sunset pours over us your eyes are ablaze your lips are ablaze the white strands of your hair are ablaze. The waterfall of sunset pours over us you stare at me and laugh my eyes, my headscarf, my lips are ablaze. I hang my arms around your neck I draw you toward me. I draw myself toward you. I steal your lips. Flame upon flame catches fire fearless among the people, with tongues dancing in the pupils of their eyes, in the sunset of this city …