AUTUMN KNEW BETTER

AUTUMN KNEW BETTER

Let me drink you
Like cordial wines,
Forbidden like long
Walks alone
With the wind
Ushering leaves
To walk with us.
The clouds weep for us.

Bottle your musk
And let me burn it in
Your absence, like opiate incense
The smoke and smell
Of a coming harvest.

Red I am,
Falling from you
My mother love.
Breath heavily as you leave
So I may follow clouds
To where you are
And learn by watching
Seduction from Autumn,
Catch you in my breath
Steal you back
In the fog.