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As promised
This is the first leaf to fall–
to lay at your feet–
as you bathe in gold.
Should you reach out
to admire the beauty
of an ever-changing hue,
it shall change once more.
O, but shall your cordial
touch sleep rather undue?
Should it ignite a loud splendor
in the very veins that
embrace my red color?
O, but shall it evoke
a breath of warmth
in the very veins that
nourish a congenial autumn?
Or, alas! Shall the whirl
of a kindred yearning
act as a cold sheath
against a bitter tongue?
She, who loves,
paints the glistening
of one’s eyes into
the heart of another. She
teaches each limb how
to dance along to the trembling
of my curvature. She
paints your heart with rich
oils, saccharine to an ailing throat.
Amidst her autumnal gambol,
there lies a harvested
closeness, where pigmented
petals bleed from your lips.
O, how I wish I was able
to nurture the few
that did kiss my chest;
the few that did make a home
in the nape of my neck:
a fair nest for faultless
adoration.
O,
This is the shelter sought
after by the men whose lips
have been brushed blue by
his mothers’ solstice.
Are they aware of a new
warmth that thrives on
the mouth of another?
O, but, alas!
How ill he must have fallen!
How his skin must have
wept for the embrace of a
temperate membrane!
Tell him to come and hinder
the frigid bite of his winter.
Tell him to crawl into the
appendages of his lover;
to bask in the praise
of his sweltering sun.
But should he know that the sun
Exists? Should he listen to the
psalms of the clouds?
Let him know; tell him now.
Let not a man live, bitten
without love.
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Hello! I wrote this piece one fall afternoon after going on a date on such a lovely day. I saw my date coated in the sun and immediately took a mental screenshot for inspiration for this piece.