Zealously

The sunset represents freedom
as I watch it through these giant windows
(if do ten feet a giant make).

I wish to jump into my car and
journey to it,
driving along the welcoming yellow

rays of light that line the road,
shadows growing from the stones.
I would arrive and strip myself,

discarding my linen slavery,
attachments that don't carry beyond the sky, and
dive with zeal into the pools of

the most beautiful purple that I have ever seen,
swirling flattery, caressing in the
most delicate way every fleshy curve.