Temporary southwest
“Who am I to address
Her flagon-red” dress!
Amid the ashen summer
Between—each! Tick-tock!
Swishing of her scarlet frock
Equinox of autumn slumber!
“Who am I now to dance?
In her amber beads” bar once!
Like an unblemished flower
Awaiting her dew lit glower.
Temporary northwest
“Who am I to address
Her flagon-red” dress!
“Who am I but her lover?
A fig bearing winter fruit
Taping deep I know no-other
Frost proof soul of fervour...
“Who am I my autumns rose?
But an earwig” that would nest
An entire winter in your clothes
Once again: too feel fluoresced
In all them infinite morrows
In springs temporary southwest.
