Autumn returns

Autumn reminds me of things untouched,

glass window, stains on the broken leaves,

cup and cigars, molasses of thunder

I bend and whiff the rosemary bowl of smells,

incessant yearning smell of dear darling

a voice of hypnotic fluid, lush green in my blood

Chewing lemon grass like an ant of wisdom,

i pick and collect theories of autumn love,

(i have been dying already autumn summons now)

People say a thing is beautiful, if loved

and so i ingest this orange season of cruise and clumps,

like a cluttered bun- knot,

my injured knee pain.

A canticle to slip in my dreams,

slender like the shape of my body.