Catch

Behind the trees
is a sunset that bleeds
all over the sea
all over your face
all over my fantasies
of you
in this room
undressing
unfolding
uninterrupted
detached from everything
but me

but my darkness
and the solitude I crave
and the things I cannot say

and all the things you've heard before

But then your face;
my heart just skipped a beat
and two
and three
sometimes I'm not sure I even

exist.