Did I Dream You Dreamt About Me?
Holding still for Autumn to open her legs
to taste the warmth between her thighs,
as secret lovers’ letters
etched upon leaves
waiting for their fall
Biting my initials into tree’s neck
pulling branch wrists towards that cave
where pale orange sun becomes candle storms
and we’ll fuck derelict chapels to the ground
Peeling negligee mist from sky shoulders
strap ourselves to orchard beds,
Fifty-one shades of blackberries
thread colour thru’ entwined bone and sinew
as an umbilical cord birthing desire
Metronome swings in kite-flying breeze
at ease with river rhythms of blood flowing,
the hibernating heart still hunts
firing burning arrows across moats
Beyond woodland whispers
I can hear the compass click
on lonely fishing boats;
silence of broken fingers
trying to play piano
Migrating rainbirds fly below jet streams
stealing dreams of sleeping passengers,
one more drink for the runway
kiss to kiss, breath to breath
may this whiskey be the death
of every Summer sadness
Sail to me but only when I tell you,
spiders stealth the ship’s bow
open and hidden, the web changes
colours through all season
Temptation is the faith
roping rosaries to vacant pulpits,
come before Christ and nail love
to midnight crucifixion
Wow this is a sensual way of thinking about nature.
Smooth sensuality here, poet. Autumn just turned sexy.
Very kind. Thank you. Autumn is the foreplay…