equinox

as our year pulls toward equal night and day
my aching brain is halved and ripped in two--
which is the only nature of late september, isn't it?

[the slant of your nose
and look of sleeping
the feet and hands quiet
the touch of your knees my knees--]

the trees flush in cool air--
the type to make your skin rise and gasp in tiny goosebumps--
spilling fire into the leaves and bursting
to an eventual cascade
as pollen begins to churn somewhere inside,
preparing for solstice

[your torso pushed to mine and dancing
all lips and lush and gentle lapping
subtle and unapologetic as your
fingers weave in my hair, pull and--]

it is autumn
the man in the moon has taken to blushing.

[thoughts of you warm like sunbathing
naked--
my loneliness has not changed, darling.
you only christened it.]