Sunset Walk
May our love be like a sunset walk,
Arranged in steps and saccades,
And arcing marble paths.I stop you at a tree that holds the sky,
Shimmering like never before.
We nestle in the spectacle
Of soft light clattering through its leaves.I ask you for your hand and all its digits,
And all the spaces in between,
And find in it a new shape after all these years.