Fall into me
Like autumnal piles
We can watch as verdant rows
Turn to varying embers
Touching soft fertile ground
Snowing death upon us,
In the sweet scent of post-harvest growth.

Here among the rain-stained,
Rank in mildew and petrichor,
We can sit on fungal-covered logs

Laugh under late afternoon meteors
As the crepuscular pink and purple colors
Dress the sky with glittering Toole
As we sit fireside, cider-drunk
Reminiscing of all the summer days gone by
In a hazy daze as time passes in less than straight lines.

We could kiss like sweater wool
Clinging statically in electric pulse.
So fall into me —
Like autumnal piles
And stick with me for just a while.