Golden Octobers

Limbs flailing under leaves These rows of second sight That go with the reeling — Like a dream too much dragged, Her strange flesh is peeling. Limbs flailing under leaves Scraps of a wood tongue speak To the womanly walls — Where they perish upon Shadows of her by dawn. Limbs flailing under leaves Their temperaments cool down As she sips tea of trees — There alveoli kiss Autumn flickers on green. Limbs flailing under leaves How groans the bark's glory That thinks of drift in dark — There a fallen place warm — ...none hold her in her loss.