Sunset with Petalliforms

Red petals are best
in a turquoise sky,
pushed through the hole
in a clay head's eye.
Darker I die,
in the sunlost day.
Blood from the mountains.
The face made of clay.

Distant horizons,
are female and mist.
Forms are of kisses
resisted then set.
Eyes up, to turquoise,
dark history's storm.
Above me the petals
fall scarlet and warm.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.