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.