Autumn Lovers

the yellow stark trees
smiling through the purple grass
with a nocturnal tether to hold us
US- a portrait of clay and dust
full of small longings,
growing and congregations bending
      Late autumn, and at night,
we melt-
melting through skins and teeth
through fever and blossoms-
We speak of ripped earth
and a few things more.
      
     Autumn, a kiss of lovers.
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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.