Autumn leaves dreaming of love

This playful intimate fosters
lust,
obscuring
hands wrapped
in luminescent orange
leaves, seeping
maple syrup luxuriance
and arms entwined
in the forest
where generosity meets with forgiveness.
The hero of the climb
brought
grapes
squeezing them softly against
her ache torn breast.
The grapes of wrath have fallen, then,
cliched love
arms mapped in partnership
clusters
as they scale the stairs –
yellow papered leaves
damp
bleeding, leeching
a path to paradise
surrendering each grey stone
step
to preciously forgotten fears.
I’m in the dark, glistening
he said
she said
soothe me anew
let this leaving of the warm place
envelop us in humanity,
not fallen.


I’ve worked a bit at the end part. Hmm..

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