Monday, January 6, 2014

A certain kind of love

I have this certain kind of love
for my autumn skin a skin that has been
my kindest companion since the days
of early spring I tell you I'm shredding it
unwillingly and I feel it slithering down
a limbless reptile makes its way
down the trunk of a human form
You might say I can coat myself anew
and speak softly to young buds
Yet a bruised warrior bears in mind
the battle as vividly as the victor
With an animal-gaze I stare at the branches
stripped bare and find one battered fire-fighter
taking off his fire suit with reluctance
How can you fight with the fire of autumn
a numbness grows as the acrid tang poisons
my afternoon and I tell you I simply adore
the lethal dose of love

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