Autumn III

Autumn III


I kiss your chrysanthemum lips to the rhythm of the Autumn...
A lustful song indulging in the truth more than all the restraint beliefs of the boring, faded world that crumbles under the weight of denying itself the essential, life-giving pleasures written in our very beings....
That’s how I feel things.
It’s that unmistakable perfume that’s stamped on the back of my soul since the beginning of me which is happening every day !
Fleshy leaves and the Autumnal Desire in the seams of your lacy, rouletted lips...
We met in a dead space....
Our moves cracked in glitch after glitch...
The autumn toned chestnut tree leaves shivering in the scenery held within your heated brown eyes - I can feel them tickling my skin cos the wind is blowing and you’re looking at me !
The foamy waves of glitch dissolve our bodies cell by cell....
There was a dark space we were
Holding each other so close
until
Tightly my soul began pulsing as it found its way into your soul, down there where it burrowed and stayed...
Your soft walls keeping me strong and safe !
The blackness eating the surroundings made darkness seem timid and wimpy...An incipient drop of oil-spill that expanded engulfing with its spiky tentacles every corner and painfully killing every colour that ever was !
Now my lower lip is under your upper lip
“Don’t think so much, baby, just let me keep my mouth inside your mouth... Can’t you feel the chrysanthemum gardens are exploding in deep yellow-violet shades setting a new background that overlaps the blackness which was only the canvas to this freshly created painting...”
The wet sensual rainy poplar - leaves smell of your thigh hidden lips-I can taste its fullness, I’ve got you spread-open on my tongue.
When I lick my lips dry of it....It gradually transforms, smoothly revealing every season you went through...
Togetherness of autumn is delicate flower gardens and patches of trees cascading from your eyes....turning into full-grown fields and forests when you hold my hand ...overstreaming with burned dead quince leaves smoke we get lost in just running through, hugging and kissing...
The hardest thing to do is doing a simple thing...