Autumn

Honeyed skin licked by golden sunlight
entices touch
warm glow of mornings break
begs a crinkled September smile
playing on lips
pulsed ripe
plump picking.

Harvest is nigh
with staggered breath
a rise and rouse of curved breast
raises to meet
dust dogs jousting
pirouetting
returning to safety.

Lay lost
in union unbound
fingermouthed anticipation
trembles
In thanksgiving

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