at the crimson tree of the earth clouds

water vapor dripping
from crimson
leaf,
moisture into
my skin,
i touch the nakedness
of the bare
branch
where
the wind blows
not;

on a red walkway path
on mounded
hill, you walked
upon into
my dark hazels, i
saw you where
leaves
change color
in autumn
and fall
into me;

as the redness
of leaf stretches out
for light
shaped by moving
sky shapes,
i seek
your infinity
to unfasten
me,
your smile
hastens;

you are the
twilight
of dawn,
early morning
sugar maple dripping
into my
mouth,
you are the breath
that verses
my thoughts, my soul
is wet;

white bee
collects the nectar
of your being,
I sip the
deliciousness
of your breast
to my
heart,
the sweet liquid
of your kiss,
i am yours.

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