Dancing Before Sunset

I yearn
For fields of yellow

In rays,
like ribbons wrapped around us,
The hour sparkles gold

No thoughts to think
Only porcelain skin to caress
No time to tick
Only bodies drawing too close

Almost magnetic
Never synthetic

The chemistry is as natural as the leaves in the trees


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