The seasons have already begun 
to change and 
I can see the harvest moon and smell 
the trees prepping for pre-hibernation
shedding 
of layers and skins
Such timeworn yearning 
ready to be buried and dissolved
into the dirt's flawless complexion.


I want to fill my senses
and swim until I wash this decay
away
and my lungs swallow the
distance,
until I feel your bare skin
touch mine in the endless
waters, stretching tight
and perfectly near to 
the heat of me. 


I am so ravenous for you,
you see
You see me beneath 
this
messy, haphazard packaging
these wide eyes tangled hair and
trapped need
running so fast and racing time 
Sweating for something
only you understand
as me,
Real and burning for autumn.
Burning for the newness
Crawling toward 
that ripeness
within the breadth of your arms
and the precision of
your gaze.