Poetry: Paint Me Into the Sunset

Paint Me Into the Sunset

 

Beach grass blew in slow motion

as each wave caressed the shoreline that

mocked my heart beat.

 

Sands slipping almost like time as

I ran closer to his beckoning sunset.

 

I could almost feel his warmth radiating

like new spring sunlight

onto my fragile heart.

 

He felt like the warmth of a land not yet discovered.

Like a new home for me.

Like everything I had ever needed to excite my soul 

and extinguish my lurking insecurities. 

 

He was the warmth that stood in front of me

painting the skies from his hands.

 

Those hands that would melt into mine as

I too became one of his great art pieces.