Unknown Artist
On the eve of autumn equinox,
Something in my core…
The dwindle of summer, woven
Into pigments of yellow,
Red, and gold.
The crisp nip of air, coiled
Between feeble blades of grass.
The hollow vault of nightfall.
(do you remember?)
I am depleted… and I rest,
Surrendering my body to a thin slumber
Inked with spectral dreams.
I awaken drenched, confused,
Summoned,
Seeking your eyes…
My lit candles in every darkness.
My tongue hunts the
Throbbing skeleton of dawn
Through a slit of curtain, and
Lingers on the windowsill,
Awaiting the rise of
Morning, craving the wild.
The world
cracks
Open.
My lips part.
(i do)
Fall spills
With shuddering decadence.
(thank you)
I did not find this sweet libation.
It found me.
