Below the burnt colors of her

Beneath the sheath of feelings

Underneath the stones of self

Where tenderness finds a home

Dry leaves on my shadow.

Desire knows her 

Passion writes her name

blinded by the wine

a second person she becomes

Dry leaves on my shadow..

Broken by the independent spirit

that brought her heart to his

drives spikes of it

into their love

Dry leaves on my shadow….

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