The Wind of Autumn
The wind came barefooted on the grass to play
Watch her mood, I will keep my eyes
On the rise and swell of her breast
You count her powder puffs on the skies
Bathroom table, she changes dress
To match her mood, she is trembling today
O let us embrace her, keep her warm
Inside our pockets with our hands
Walk in the chilly orchard, taste her charm:
Her spice scented bosom, she fans
The leaves away, her boredom without delay
Turn leaves to gold and then brown
Ravage them on the cold forest floor
Dried out, she tips away without sound
Unspent, my hunger yearns for more
Paramour of sky, mistress of the sea, I'm clay
A shriveled up bag of rattling bones
From flower-like flesh, you leave me
One flight of joy is all for the drones
Are you allergic to honey, I'm wheezy.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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