I will always be drawn to small bodies of water,
Especially in the autumn
When leaves the color of toffee lipstick
Settle on the surface like recaptured kisses.
When I sit beside a pond on a raw day like this,
An unforgiving flame takes my heart in a hurtful embrace,
Consuming me until I can scarcely breathe.
I cannot share what I feel, except with you;
I jealously guard my pain and keep it in a locket made of leaves
So that every word I speak will burn.
The water looks so soft, it reminds me of your lips
And how your arms slipping around me made me feel rapturously weak,
Like an escaping soul.
I miss you,
And evening falls earlier every day.
But soon, speaking of you to someone, I will simply turn to glowing ash,
Like leaves the color of toffee lipstick,
Spinning inevitably down
To their waiting lover below.