as the dust hung in the late-summer air,
faded sunlight touched our reddened hides
that hid seeds of change within us.
we dreamt of the winter to come.
promises of renewal and rebirth.
promises made to each other in the dark.
your sweet nothings
turned every thing sweet that fall.
your raw & rubied fingers found me,
slowly,
pulling me apart
as i shivered under rows of trees.
where others found you bitter,
i took the time to savor,
noticing your complexities.
a taste like no other.
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