she said she fell
for the drunk me -

well, i liked me
that way-better, too

how very sad
- but true

i'd drink again
if i knew i could -
if it would do any good

- to lick her sweat
one drop at a time
all along the jawline

- making her salt mine
one more time.

r ~ 11/15/15

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*I reckon the autumn wind

bemused yet solemn

a stillness stains the blue

before the fall of crystalline

water drops busily commencing

communities, merging all as One

a more graceful union of individualities

migh'nt ever be lest we take

heed and follow their lead

When I turn to autumn leaves

And my bones, they turn to dust

You will walk upon me

Before The winter wind carries me

To be passed amongst the stars


Although the Milky Way wouldn't
have me

Cause I never wore my royal crown

Never suffered quite as much

Your sanity, it was tethered to me


When you sang that Winter Song

The constellations passed me by

But the winter wind did not refuse

She carried me back upon the starry night

Just to see you again


And when you sang that Winter Song

I felt it just the same

Before I turned to autumn leaves

Before my bones, they turned to dust