You have been all these things to me at one point or another.
Did my heart
Did my hope
Did my home
All this for the raking of an autumn kiss.
You hold as much of
God's divinity in you as does
the Angel of Death.
Every faltering leaf
stumbling season is a
reminder of our reckless love.
Every cascading raindrop
keeps record of my ruthless heart that
stole you from her.
You will always be my hidden rue
Set in slumber, you remain serene
Until the raking of our autumn kiss
Slays me too.