Taken One Evening

Back to taking in the evening
While it’s possible, the fading
Light along the lines of the cliffs,
The almost turquoise hints in it,

The ridiculously slow pace
Of any evening without clouds
If you’re just watching it, no lamps
In the house, no suburban lights,

A broke and broken luxury,
Evening to not do anything,
Speak to no one, pay for nothing
Much for now. You be the monster

In your borrowed lair, the torches
Not coming for you, not this hour.