It was the Autumn of our love
Nights grew darker; an omen
Summer had risen quickly from Spring
But faded to amber storms
Of flying leaves and fleeting thoughts
That don't stay long enough to catch
Mysteries and pagan histories
And the glowing pumpkin reminds me
Of your warmth and soft flesh
That is carved to someone elsewhere.
And the sweet bite of your apple,
Keeps ducking.
It was the autumn of our love,
Nights grew colder; alone
2013
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