a certain sunset

captured our arms in the glow

of trees and sky and flames from the

fire

i stood behind you

leaning against me with your back

your hands held my wrists loosely

your wrists up

and even

with your shoulders

sure fingers

loosely holding my wrists

my arms pretty and

dark

folded

softly

about your neck

arms hands neck chest

as through a warm burnt orange filter

but there was no filter

there was never a filter -

holding loosely onto my wrists

there

that stance

just

too familiar

then

-looking back now-

a sepia sunset

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