The crystalline thinness of strawberry jam,
Luxuriant, decadent-
Thick, slow-moving paint;
Against the holed tapestry of the bread.
It is a pink fantasy being rolled out;
Soft, sweet against the roof of your mouth-
Sugar, unhurried by time.
When September exhales into October;
Summer, she collapses.
Autumn asks me,Do you want to learn the art of stealing time?
And thus I learn,
How to pick-pocket the minutes from the clock,
Keep hours tucked by my pillowcase-
I watch dusk dance into Dawn
For you, I am stealing seconds,
For you, even thievery was beautiful.
I want to take this lump-sum of hours,
My carefully engineered fixed deposit of time;
For one slow strawberry jam afternoon,
Luxuriant, decadent-
Crystalline me and you.
But you are here on stolen time;
And when Autumn whispers into Winter-
I wonder why liars are so golden
You and Autumn, both.
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Sunshine, Autumn Witches & Other Lies
PoetryA collection of poems that have whatsoever no connection to what I'm feeling but nevertheless has been written. You know, because if I have to be sad might as well make it aesthetic.
