i shade beneath
your petal..
cuts the sun
in half,
i weep like
dew..
coats garden of a
parched
past.
rhyme
they said
i’d dreamt you
better than i knew
myself,
though i’ve held you
real enough
to sense your
absence
from my book
shelf.
smoke sick cars
squeal..
towards divergent
deadlines,
and i pray each finds
a one that
quells
its fear of being
left behind.
you wrapped me like
an old worn scarf
around your
throat
and
sighed-
as if in repose,
at home..
seduced by roaring
flame,
though you still
shivered..
though the cold
brought its
bitter.
i’ll take autumn’s hand
should she ask me
to dance,
in the splendor of
her vibrancy–
i’d rise to such
a chance.
sweater vest, you’re
too tight
and don’t flatter
me right,
wish that i had
refused..
second helpings
last night.
you, with your
rocky mountain smile
and scent of juniper
breeze,
on a frosty autumn
morning–
it’s just us amongst
the trees.
you grasped
at sky
and dragged it
down
to face you
eye to
eye,
then burst every
cloud in
sight.
your light’s
sincere,
a smile so ripe
with life,
those eyes..
i’d climb and dive into
to get a closer
view.
in between blunted
honks of
geese
i watch you soar
to far off
perch
to take your place
amidst the
free,
accentuating the space
that spans our
fates.
hands in the garden 
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