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Autumn Leaves
volume 7 number 6
Autumn Leaves volume 7 number 6 |
I enter your scarlet blood, as a stream,
a lunar beam,
quick silver in night, as mercury.
I enter your purple, mauve, violet
blood,
as a wand in a whirlpool breaking into light,
in your crimson
heart, in your ruby eyes,
into incandescence in your
skull.
The moon was dappled
in the waters
of the fen before this birth of spring
would see it come again, red and
round.
Now the winds are musk and mast.
Man in an
overcoat,
gazes at hedgerows rushing by.
She was as the lake moss silt beneath,
a swan moon
silkily weaving edges,
threesome, wild drakes sped in augury.
He naked
upon her face upon waters,
a memory, as now.
