THAT
THAT
I did love you once
and every leaf
shook with your breath.
Between us lay
delicious heresy,
a bed of incest.
We two entwined
broke over continents
inside a wave of fire.
Burnt clear away,
the world was gone
and the wave was spent.
It was that fall
that made me man;
a slow penitence.
Now it does not shadow;
every leaf is free
of your breath.
The open breezes
of autumn shake
gold to the ground.
And in certain tides
the streetlights fray
into flowers and coronas.
Fabulous!
hmmm