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Veldt
25.09.06 21:43

When we met—

You were Autumn;
In your dress
Fiery orange red
Your lips,
Dry, brittle twigs
Your fingers splayed
Play-tickling on my tummy;
Dream dancing
To a glorified mud- brook,
Snaking, softly hissing;
I was lonely in this journey.

You were Winter;
In your mouth;
Kissing the dark earth,
Wishing them luck
In their sleep;
Hopeful seeds we tucked in,
Singing goodnight songs;
Long, diaphanous shadows;
Your spindly fingers
And they cover me,
And I started forgetting
Who I was.

You were Spring, suddenly;
Artful lover you hold them;
In your skirts, your intimacy;
Everyone prefers to be born today,
Blinking in the sun, awkward;
Musky and heady your scents
Capricious, your indifference;
Your arms languid, gaping, welcoming,
Your winds your wood smoke
And you clothe me;
I whisper, I am home.

Here we are and you are Summer;
You say you hold secrets,
Your heart is heavy-red with them,
And your perfume subtly changes;
My ears sweet stinging, buzzing
And I listen; still thinking
In a different tongue;
And you say, Yes you may stay.
You make it so hard to leave;
Scuffling in your weary dust,
Your heat, your arms,
As if you need more strangers —

And I stay.

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