A good horizon is sometimes enough.
It is the last beer to the gasping barfly,
It is your lover’s breast gently pressing
On your side as you sleep
Beneath the stars,
It is a dog’s sympathetic tongue
Licking the side of your face
From chin to cheek.
Yes, yes, yes,
When the angles are right
The sky will own us all whole:
Maroon, blue, gold, emerald green...
Yes, yes,
It is the chemistry,
The biology,
The shadows,
The subtleties,
The scorches...
Burning and breeding,
And you can’t help but fall back
A few paces and say "aah!"
Yes,
It is in these times that even
The peacocks retreat -
They can’t compare,
They don’t mind.
They just smile and lounge.

Sometimes the beauty radiates,
And, it is all interpretation,
But it is so much more than interpretation...
And the cynics will say
We’re just a sucker for
Pretty colours,
But, hey –
We must take
What we can get.

This is good. I really like the opening 7 lines or so and the ending as well. The title is tops. That first line is gold.

too many cliches ...

You're probably right =)

that being said its better then everything else ive read on this board

awesome title

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