Sepia Sunset
The Sun rose
On childhood words
And immature games.
The rays were warm
And our hearts heated.
In dew heavy grass
Our hands met,
Light to touch,
Intense with intent.
Shy eyes fought to meet,
But when they did,
Wild horses couldn’t
Rip them away.
You were mine;
After a minute's attention didn’t sway.
We bounded in
New territory founded.
Under clothes
Coy hands fumbled.
Followed by reassuring words; mumbled.
Affection from our mouths stumbled,
But our love rarely did.
When they yelled
I was the rock you held.
When I cried and screamed
You waded through salty streams
And saved me.
It was always we.
Now years roll by,
And I still ask why,
You didn’t follow me to
Our Sepia Sunset.