Autumn is my enemy. She ever runs away from me.
But I am drawn like muddy bath to her neglectful side.

Perfumed of shameless freedom. Drops of oil behind her ear.
Reeks of the unattainable - scented torment, Stinking Dear.

No loyalty, Angel Whore. No cage (I've tried!) keeps her down.
No gift, no charm diverts her attention.
When all I want is just one glance. One wild kiss, her magick bless.
One sweet taste and I could become
your equal
and meet you soaring - I promise!

But hers is Medussa's gaze.
And I am stone, again.

I wish to forget what is missing. I wish to unlearn how empty I am.
I'd rather I'd never seen your dark face, yet I have
and now I know simplicity's end:

always Autumn leaves.

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