Sunset
Holding her hand warmed my chest
And I smiled so wholeheartedly I knew what love was again.
Her skin was soft and mine rough
I was afraid but she nestled her fine long fingers deeper in my hand.
I wanted to stop time and live forever in that moment.
Romance, love, deep sighs at night and when she wasn’t looking. I heard her sigh and I felt a kindred deep and true.
A thousand sunsets couldn’t color my life more than her hand in mine. “The clouds…” she said. “The clouds are what makes a sunset colorful”
Did I speak my thoughts out loud?
“You are my clouds”.
And you are my sun.
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