Summer falls
like a dress
cascading down
to reveal
the autumn of her beauty.

I will follow my own muse...
and dance to the music in my head.
I'll wander down the garden path
to find where it leads.

You are welcome to join me
if you wish,
but make your own footsteps,
do not follow mine.

I want you in the morning,
I want you in the dark of night.
I want you in the afternoon...
I want you always.

I want you on top of me,
I want you underneath me.
I want you bent over...
I want you beside me.

I want to come in your mouth,
I want to come on your *******.
I want to come in your *****...
I want to come in your ***.

I want,
I want.
I want...
I need.

I need you in my life,
I need to give you all I have.
I need to drain myself dry... into
I need to lose myself in you.

Already darkness comes sooner,
and the days pass so quickly.
Nights last forever
in the coming winter, yet my own.

Old friends and acquaintances fall behind me
to disappear in fading dreams.
Others will long endure this journey
towards the westering sun.

I feel the approaching winter,
in the biting wind,
the taste of snow
bitter on the tongue.

Passages and transitions;
the seeds of tomorrow
lay deep in summer's ruin,
while New Years day may find me...

...soaring in the sun.
Maybe New Years day will find me
waiting for the dawn
maybe, maybe not... in winter, yet my own.

In a parallel world
we're still together...
hand in hand;
we never walked apart...
and you never died.

But there are no parallel worlds
and you're gone,
ashes to ashes
my hand swings empty,
living devoid of light.

Is there anything
more heartbreakingly ****
as a lover walking away?

The way they sway,
your knowledge of their loving
their moans no longer yours.

Is there anything
so heartbreakingly ****
as a lover walking away?

Their morning smiles
and rumpled hair...
tears and stares no longer yours.

This is not a love poem.
I cannot say with honesty
that I love you.
Words of praise
fail on my lips,
no song fills my heart.
There is only dread...
a shadow over my soul.
That pall is you.
This is not a love poem...
I cannot say with honesty
that I love you.
Words fail me...
you move me so.