fast

©2023 michael raven

that honeyed autumn sun
pouring through lace
oaken floors bright
gone grey, old man, since
i last was pierced by
your fatherly patient eyes
seeing through another's
back when before

her arms laying claim
and wrapped around my neck
sickle and berry white
over our head as we kissed
in that dying autumn light

more impossible memories
before blind winters called
myrrh in her hair
myrrh in her hair

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