Amber Day

 

Rated R

Russet rods of sunlight
penetrate 
the carcass of my faith.

Rain 
loosens 
from an orange sky
but doesn’t             reach the ground. 

My lover stands beneath a bridge,
holding 
an inverted hourglass.

Intermittent sleeves of sunlight
slit
his throat. 

This last hour of his life, 
a single drop 

of rain.