Posed

You told the mountains, stand still,
So you could paint a picture for the ages.
An orange sky that wanted no end.
Asks only for a cherry frame,
To sit behind her wile her black dresses are folded,
To sink into the sea.
The great sun capsized like a baptism,
Spilling through the curls in his hair.
To die a beautiful death.
To be born again and know only the present.
To stand encased in sheer oxygen.

The air she breathes.