8:39 PM

He is 8:39 PM.

When the sun sets behind the skyline.

When the day ends,

But the promise of a new one lingers in the cool air.

He is a smirky smile.

Warm enough to invite me to dive deep into his blue eyes,

But cool enough to make me only dip my toes. 

He is a beginning and end.

New enough to feel like the start,

But unknowing enough to prepare for the close. 

He is 8:39 PM.

An enticing arrays of fiery colors,

With a danger of getting burned.