Lakes of soft crimson, brown, and yellow ripple at the feet.
Every leafy descent, a hypnotic beat,
Observed by the discerning few,
As the World waves bye to the morning dew.
Barren sun lined limbs lie in a cluster,
Hopes whiff and twirl with every bluster,
Startled birds begin to shuffle and jeer,
For they know winter will be long this year.
A fire that burns eternally within,
For the touch of your skin.
A fire that encapsulates every palisade,
That flows like a great crusade,
For the chance to be played.
Red-hot embers that glow at my feet,
Cause the fire to grow with fierce heat.
Every ripple of flame,
That runs up my knees,
Causes me to increase a few degrees.
Every time I am in your presence,
That flame climbs with great haste.
As the flame courses up my waste,
I feel as though I am being chaste.
As the blaze begins to flutter up my chest,
My heart starts to mutter,
A word that I dare not utter.
A word for my beloved,
That will never go unloved,
For I’m ablaze from stem to stern,
With your captivating charm.