East Coast Lovers

Be my golden hour
The gentle breeze that wraps us in night air
Hands that comb through the fine grain sand
Footsteps left in the wake of the white wash
-the very thing that settles the day.

Be my golden hour
because you breathe new air into these lungs
and I like the sand that settles between our palms
feet press prints like maps leading us home
-the way that we, feel like home.

Golden people bathed in golden light
looks like the world setting itself on fire
I’ll set myself ablaze
if the warmth feels like the way it did
-always like the very first time.

So I ask
Will you be my golden hour?

-m.j.t-

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