Summer’s Goodbye


A tardy summer kiss.
A makeup game.
Someone forgot
To turn the magic off.

Wild marigolds combusting,
Goldenrod waves of burnished fire
Set against the harvest’s
Crimson autumn tears.
The sun a mottled butter pillow
Nestled in the down
Of her cloudy sunset limbs.

Nothing untouched.
No shadow unlit.
Each bloody dark crevasse
Stroked by hell’s desert kisses.
Cinnamon dripping
In the passionate breath of each goodbye.