used to the way

i wear my hair

i cross my legs

crunching sound

of ice and swallowed souls

i have known autumn too long-

like a song

it reruns in my head

though i try on new flights

on petals and dreams

of beaches and wintry retreats

his autumn calls me as a lover would

no forgotten snows in frosted beards

ah, he knows me too well

an ally with much of me

we joined

in the midnight silence

of the trees

yes, autumn too long

but not nearly enough

of you