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Subject: Mu Autumn

Author:
Sasha

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Date Posted: 22:06:41 01/14/08 Mon

My autumn

My autumn, drifts
and spills across
a canvas of fire,
in earthbound submission,
where I let go
of all I ever knew,
just to taste the anticipation
of the coming storm

I live, to inhale
the primal heat of thunder
as your rain falls
to quench me, in
warm weeping chains
of liquid wisteria,
that drip to lips, open
in moistened invitation

You are my midnight,
a white cotton shirt
pressed to shy skin wanton,
aching to feel your expanse
as you burn your name
to the pebbled depths
of primal fire,
licking the curves
of my rise & fall

we are the lightning
that strikes the sun blind,
right between the clouds
stroking each breath
to the arching sky

as your thunder rolls deep
to conjure my wicked,
the pleasure heat
of crescendo
speaks
and I call upon
my autumn,
to bring on the storm.

© Sasha ‘06

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