The Music Swells And... Poem by Dónall Dempsey

We bathe
in the sunset

silhouetted against it

as if were that
special moment
in a movie where

the music swells and...

one hand rests nonchalantly on
your collar bone

my other holds you
to me.

I kiss your magnolia scented hair.

We just stand there
as if we were

a painting
for the poster
of the movie
we are in.

We close our eyes
letting the sun set slowly seep in.

Now, in the falling
rain

of the future I have
found myself in

(without... amazingly you!)

I still can smell your magnolia scented hair

still feel my hand resting on the fragileness
of your collarbone

your heart
like a mad little bird

beating underneath
the palm of the other.