We bathe <br />in the sunset <br /> <br />silhouetted against it <br /> <br />as if were that <br />special moment <br />in a movie where <br /> <br />the music swells and... <br /> <br />one hand rests nonchalantly on <br />your collar bone <br /> <br />my other holds you <br />to me. <br /> <br />I kiss your magnolia scented hair. <br /> <br />We just stand there <br />as if we were <br /> <br />a painting <br />for the poster <br />of the movie <br />we are in. <br /> <br />We close our eyes <br />letting the sun set slowly seep in. <br /> <br />Now, in the falling <br />rain <br /> <br />of the future I have <br />found myself in <br /> <br />(without... amazingly you!) <br /> <br />I still can smell your magnolia scented hair <br /> <br />still feel my hand resting on the fragileness <br />of your collarbone <br /> <br />your heart <br />like a mad little bird <br /> <br />beating underneath <br />the palm of the other.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-music-swells-and/
