Autumn Leaves

by on December 25, 2010 :: 0 comments

I roll spite
and light it
with your confession
and my hungover fumes.

My mind’s smoke;
seethed by pictures
of your explicit sin,
pounds and hammers
at my sickened heart
and pours out in glares
from wide bloodshot eyes.

Your dried flower words
will not let me sleep.

No,
in these dawn streets
waking beneath my feet,
the loneliness
of your lust and mine
blows yesterday’s
paper promises of
our plans away
and replaces Spring’s fresh hope
and Summer’s warm embrace
with the wait for Winter’s solitary chill.

Yes, desire has stripped
all love from this trunk of bones
and left it alone to sway and watch
Autumn’s tears falling with the leaves.

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