Solar flare

Moon hangs



in rose sky


Sun has flown

to distant climes


& storm in night

brought first leaf fall


dried up golden crunch

soaked to soggy brown


Autumn holding out

her hands.


Waking in the night

animal cry, fox’s flight


my dreams are full

of you.




My golden boy

Narcissus lost


on southern beach:

between us


time has changed

no thing.


We laugh

our kisses


melt to heat

fire rekindled


in the Spring,

desire & love


so long a heady



You call, I call

we’re never far


from solar flare,


from point

of re ignition.

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