Autumnal Love

I can still taste the fragrant sweet air,
Those cider scented,
honey-crisp kisses we shared,
golden delicious glow of your hair.

Autumn's chill
soggy stew serving
bitter lip biting
appetizer for two

before winter's
frothy frozen
teeth chatterin
bone clatterin
brew.

Rustling atop the maple's scarlet
royal rusted gold carpet,
two sleepy sloe eye lovers
under the shared shade of
the orchard's fall parasol.

How the zephyr inflated the day!
And like a zeppelin
the earth sailed from beneath our feet!

Occidental oil skimming dusk's kisses
'cross the cumulus' lofty body.
soft sheets of argentry cloud cover
lining the clear caesious canopy.
lurid leaves ablaze,
shards of sunlight flourishing
in the prolonged summer,

playing in the shattered prism
arboreal shadows netting branches.
Tresses of October pumpkin hair
foliage dressed orange and vermillion ripe
earth-size mirrors of miniature solar flares,
under the sun shining fulgent and bright!
fragments of fiery silence, autumn's dying embers
shed and cast to the ground

Oh behold what a cheery seasonal sight!

O your hips!
Your waist!
Your thighs!
You were a tiny,
private orchard at the peak of harvest!
The boughs of your bodice ripe and fecund with
the apples of mother earth's manna nourishment.

Shivering passers bundled
barren boughs bowing humbled
fanciful whims of lofting winds
gentle bending limbs
soft swaying amber diadems
Fair weather lovers
fire side cozied
numb interlocked fingers
cheeks warm and rosy

Oh, these memories,
like a bite of apple resting on my tongue:
an overwhelming sweetness,
tinged with a bitter after taste:
my hunger stimulated yet remains unsatisfied.

The seasons surrounding us have changed,
time has shuffled its deck,
and the world has been rearranged
yet through it all,
how the ageless lovers remain the same,
lost in the age's timeless game.

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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