Autumn's Fire

I view you not gentle soul.

You hide amidst the tall green rushes

Evading my line of sight.

Press your pale countenance,

Cool, upon my as yet fevered brow

And fill this evening’s gloom

With the glitter of dusky fragrance

That I may recall the lightness

Of an unencumbered morning.

Whisper again to me in verses of

Amber hue the words of sweet love’s lessons

long gone from this heart rent in two.

Mend this mind with the shimmer of vibratoed tones

Sweet upon the ear,

Honeyed upon your breath.

Touch my breast with fingertips enlivened

With the art of Eros--

That this forgotten body

May recall again

The frequency of the formant

Of fire’s fondness within it.

Amen to the heart which bestows such a gift.

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