Solar flare

Moon hangspale in rose sky Sun has flownto distant climes & storm in nightbrought first leaf fall dried up golden crunchsoaked to soggy brown Autumn holding outher hands. Waking in the nightanimal cry, fox’s flight my dreams are fullof you. 

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 My golden boyNarcissus lost on southern beach:between us time has changedno thing. We laughour kisses melt to heatfire rekindled in the Spring,desire & love so long a headypotion. You call, I callwe’re never far from solar flare, from pointof re ignition.