Do You Hear Them
Do you hear them in the dark sky; voices.
Can you see them? They're in the moist cold wind.
Strong feverish passionate rant noises.
It's pined and forced behind, on a whirlwind.
Autumn leaves move violently beaten.
Dancing deaf, blind, moving incoherent.
Storm; up, in, and under midair wheaten.
Wave, tossing, not surrendering errant.
Pedals follow upward like flaming tongues.
My love, can you see them? A kiss it asks.
It asks, my love, you my love, fireworks, comes.
A thousand sums and more under the mask.
It takes breath from our lungs; they mean no harm.
I need be back into your open arms.
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