A N T H E M

vii. two faces

i love you in the way the breeze

          the biting breeze

grazes the surface of leaves, not intimate but

          a little too close

familiar grazing like the the touch of children

          scratching

chasing laughing even if we are not

          straight faces

and you're the tingling warmth after

          reddened cheeks

escaping the chilling wind but we are the wind

          chilling words

too at least you make me feel that way i am

          cold

perpetually sitting in the sun on an autumn day

          sitting for too long

leaves spiraling to the ground around us and

          falling

i don't really care about anything but saying

          empty words

what will make you laugh the most until i am alone

          i can't be alone

the leaves are constantly playing shadow puppets

          shadows

in the light dappling the soft grass of the clearing in

          emptiness

which my heart rests when i am with you.