out of line

the sky at dusk is warm and distant, carrying the day, leading the light to a better place, the horizon sets down with inky fatigue, and the clouds are showing off, tonight we are a hundred leagues, below, just you and me, tonight, up there sunken love in a bleach blonde submarine, justice's way of letting you know, no matter where you going, no matter what's in your bag, your never as big as the things you are can't touch, it can be a frightful, and kick at you, never mind, love is air beneath the water, the pressure start, they'll keep on turning with or without an audience, everchanging, ever stir, belong after you gone