The darkening eve

Black sentinels flung
Out of the earth
The stumped spindles
Tell tales of burning desire
Passion wrought bare
In the will of the dawning
Days and the burst of
Starlight that precedes a
Lonely morn. The soft
Breeze winding itself into
A wind that tousles at the
Great boughs lying twisted
About the wan sky.

I love you, there is no
Other way to put it
Your forever curiosity
Your wandering inhibition.
I love you as the birdcall
Makes its way into my
Heart, for I love you
In indecent lost
Forevers.