Sweet consolation
Beneath my feet
the fallen leaves
once green
now gold
now crimsom
burnt sienna
edges curled and dry
and crumbling into dust
as the year fades
We were lovers
bone by bone
slept through a dream
of unblemished time
scourged
by the whirling strands
of her hair
and new anatomies
that the night brought
to the body bare
Youth burned
in the mind
no birth no death
no tangled time
no sun
candescent
love alone
John Lyons