The numbing taste
of disassociation
from
light
contact
connection
How we dance
through and between
the dappled dying rays
of Autumns promised
cool kiss.
You breath the song of fading
melancholic clear notes
to catch and cling to my skin
then gently
sink deep within
"Take ownership"
you said
tucking my collection
of deaths and disasters
into my top pocket.
Watching the stars fall
waiting for the sound
while you bustle
and fill your time
to avoid thinking too much
about what I might do
