Fall is coming
To me
It is Spring showing me her back
Moving soundlessly beyond me
Taking my friends
Heat and warmth with her
But warmth gets served like cider
And between friends
And nightly I discover heat 
Under covers
Between me and my love
Still, I am sad every time Summer 
Up and leaves 
Oh, I would call his name
Or reach for him
If I thought it would work
But, I know
That he cannot stay
Like all loveliness in the earth
Appointed just for such a time
Such and such a time
All the while moving 
To vanishing
And then
Cold and hateful
Robs me of joy
With every reluctant footfall
Over indifferent thresholds 
Oh I must gather my collar tightly
And submit my weak head to him
These cold months drive me inside
Thrust me into the realness of relationships
And the real work in maintaining them...
...Maybe, that's what they're here for

◄ Merci, Monsieur Claude

Orchasm ►


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