Poetry

Hand in hand

A man and woman

Walk at sunset

Her hand warm as toast,

Soft as a butterfly’s kiss,

His not as warm

But getting there

And sandpaper rough,

They watch the sun

Settle over the horizon

Like a slow wink of an eye,

And they feel the warmth,

See the beauty

Of orange and yellow

Kissing lip to lip

In the fading blue-

A mirrored reflection

Of themselves.