sweet
as the leaves bleed
autumn lies down on me
somewhere between the fall and
the ricochet / fresh blood
stains my sweater – your alcohol
flush / i remember summer’s fire
even after the smoke – under my boots
so crisp is your voice
thus, i choose to wander
thus, i choose not to stay
to learn one season
is to unlearn another
to heal a wound is to
long for scars
the color is so bright; it hurts who you are
who are you, but my
apple and
cinnamon my blanket of leaves my
secret to keep my fog my guitar
my acorn heart my berry stove
my wool of stars
who are you, but
my beams of fresh October?
i sleep with your shoulders beneath
until we’re all covered with rustling leaves
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