The violet sunset

I come to the ocean in times of need

She is a very sensual thing

That all my senses may be used up

Until they plateau and flatten

Like the tiny birds running to and from the shoreline

My temple caves in and out with misty air.

As the screams of children at play twist my lobe, I observe a thousand shades of violet and yellow, and accept that I’m doing just fine

That I am innately beautiful.

And experiencing pleasure in the most unconventional of ways

Maybe that’s good enough for now.