a certain sunset
captured our arms in the glow
of trees and sky and flames from the
fire
i stood behind you
leaning against me with your back
your hands held my wrists loosely
yours, up
and even
with your shoulders
sure fingers
loosely holding my wrists
(my wrists)
my arms pretty and
dark
folded
softly
about your neck
arms hands neck chest
as through a warm burnt orange filter
(but there was no filter)
there was never a filter -
holding loosely onto my wrists
(wrists)
there -
that stance
just
too familiar
then
-looking back now-
most sepia sunset
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nearly forgot to add something here.
...it was a beautiful picture that i had framed and gave to them as a gift. the pic in the poem, that is.
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
