You’re My Desire

The leaves are red, your lips red, too;
Your breath like Spring, not Fall, wings through;
And oh, your cheek, what summ’ry fire,
As soft I hear, “You’re my desire.”

Then leaves and lips do spin and turn,
And earth is cool though bodies burn,
And lip to lip and eye to eye
Three words speak silent, “You and I.”

A rush of wind, a leafy pile,
Till you and I, half hid, do smile,
While birds up in bare branches sing,
As if to say, now fall is spring!
We’re every season mixed in one,
For even Winter has a sun.

And when he comes to blast and chill
Our truest love will stop him still
With press of lips and souls of fire
That one do speak, You’re my desire.”

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