In flare and in consuming woods,
your kisses fell
like elusive embers.

In that flickering labyrinth
of watered avenue
which floods out of your chest

and poured unto mine,
beating faster,
and chasing the sound of your gasps

The sunbeams fell.
And all the leaves yellowed.
And all the years ceased.

And time spread its wings
Where we laid, spent
bodies strangled against the flowing current
Of both our hesitating and certain flights.

Then slowly, very slowly,
the sun burned itself
into cinders.

Because in every fleeting encounter,
we watch all these.

Each and every time.