Morgan Bazilian wrote this poem.
Evening
By Morgan Bazilian
It goes down slowly
slower than believed
or modeled, or assumed
It goes down with a slight guitar riff
a finger picking rhythm
in standard tuning
Drunken and swaying
he dances
sailing through the night
The paleness of the girl
and the moon
at the same time
Forgetting the difference
her dress beautiful and delicate
torn at the neck her hair tumbles
The burden is now on the evening
and its possibilities
No matter where you go
some small bit of you
some small song
It is wholly unnecessary
to explain this to anyone
but ourselves
The rest of the place is (nearly) silent
Ahhhh young love. Lovely.