Bryant Woods

Met your gaze in Autumn leaf whirlwinds.

Crisp, chill-snapped skin.

Rose pigments flush, across bunged up noses.

You turning the corner I turned as a child,

so many times in my roaming.

Past brambles and reeds of a haunted marsh.

Patchouli and smoke rasping voice.

Tore out my heart in Bryant Woods.

For ideals labelled as "love."

Held it at ransom.

Crushed it in age.

Your green eyes the last summer dwindle.

Your fast lashing tongue on my neck.

When energies merge in connection with spirit,

and destiny forces the grip of our hands.

Alone in this world, thanks to you.