She was a sunset and I was a car crash

voluntarily voraciously slayed
by your violet eyes by your vicious legs
your vulgar tongue your rowdy hips your Strong
sturdy frame, solid made for safety for
durability for longevity
your sharp wit Biting, lasting leaves me with
insatiable hunger for something more
for some knowledge of the undiscovered
for love, for nourishment for touch, justice
hardly a second counted feels less than
an hour while waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the mail waiting just to wait
“You know better” they say waving their palm
I nod, tapping my ashes in the tray

(My first attempt at a blank verse sonnet)