If only on a breeze
I could feel your kiss,
gently against my parched lips
worn of summer’s languished heat
but soothed by an
October dream

Cool upon my mouth
which aches with desire
as far away emotions call your name
between each falling leaf
cascading effortlessly
to the ground

Inhaling this enchanting scent
lingering on the breeze, I would taste
love, drenching me in hope
of cinnamon hues and
pumpkin patch wishes
as seasons change

So here I wait in the drifting winds,
the soothing joy that is your heart,
flowing from the north
to touch me, fulfilling  
these endless autumn longings
of your lips on mine