Poetry Idea: Sunset
Sunset
I’m surprised
By the gentleness
Of his lips against mine,
Like the sun kissing the horizon.
I can feel the colors
Pulse through my veins;
In my fingertips-
In my toes.
The kind of sunset
You want to capture
And never let go.
The kind of sunset that is inspired
By divine artists.
The kind you can feel-
Not just see.
But I wonder-
Can he feel the colors too?
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