Autumn Love
By Ieisha McIntyre
The multi-colored leaves of fall
Reveal the true nature of our love.
Every once green thing
Changing color by degrees.
Every once green thing
Heightened and in metamorphosis.
We are not evergreen.
These words of yours
Change the summer of our love
To fall.
We should be conifer rich,
And without enemy.
Our love was the trunk of our being.
We were joined walnut.
Not maple, able to be wiped out by a foreign moth.
We are so in need of the other that we cannot produce.
But here we are in the autumn of our love,
Transfixed by the hurt,
Transformed to golden, red, azure quivering in the subtle breeze,
Frightened of the words,
We know that winter kills.
Let us speak of springtime when we first met.
When your fingers met mine and we knew.
Let us turn our thoughts to the breaching of the cold crisp air
By the warmth of sunlight.
Let the scent of fresh tulips breaching the black earth
Be remembered, held sacred and recovered ritual.
Let us hold tight memory and warm ourselves with the flame.
Winter holds only the things that want death.
Remember my arms, holding you.
Remember my lips, kissing you.
Remember my thighs.
Nothing of love wants death or autumn.
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