We held each other like pillows, as if crawling
Into bed after a day of stress and sweat, dirt and
Dark shadows
We spoke deeply
And when you left I sat for a while
Docile and gazing
Out my window onto the street sunlight
But I wasn't in the mood for sunlight
So I drifted off to sleep
With the sounds of electric Dionysian blues
In my ear I and dreamt
Of the changing seasons...
Won't be summer forever
Cold will grow and grow
Light will retreat
Shimmering disembodied sounds
Of country fields will cease
Animals will no longer uncontrollably
Burn like freight trains
To mount, breath, and shove in the
Shallow density of lost intimacy, the fulcrum
Of raw momentum
Darker with the days
Brighter with the leaves
As autumn
Gently leans forward
For that last
Corroding kiss
Then you will retreat from me
Darkness will come
Every thing will die
Again.
And the winter will last
Forever.