Like diamonds falling upon faultless skin 
The sunlight draws a halo 
A crown of gold upon cascading waves of black 
The shadows 
They cast light onto you
Darkness onto me
Making doves out of dragonflies
Consuming without compromise

Winter has since come and gone 
Taking everything with the winds
The due drops rest upon my pores 
Like rhinestones on the shore 
I stand beside the sodden ash 
Dark and cold with scattered grey
You come along like a thunderstorm
To push me down and then go away

I rest a verse upon my wrist 
Every letter of every word belongs to you 
The words, they rhyme
With every grime 
Of my tattered and broken chords
I hope you see me with those eyes 
As I fall onto the starry skies 
With every breath I float away 
My vacant vessel in visceral display

Autumn. . .