you are summoning the autumnal colors
rustling branches and wild vermillion
your hair drink the gossamer bliss
you were my captive, my woven wonder
you tucked my heart in the cradle made with gleaming threads
created air we both breathe with
I am drowning in fallen leaves
wooden fingers, metal beaks, copper spiders
runes on the tree bark –
those which fulfill tangled wishes
The rusted season swallows us both
let me summon the roses
let me summon the thorns
a spell that lasts until blinding white licks our skin
painting us with fire
drenching us with blood