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autumnal equinox

by David T. Gay

autumnal equinox

My spark at the end of a glowing stick

in the camp at night with one empty tent

I blow on your red heart not expecting

you will burst into flame for me

but I hope you will

and I will brush your hair

against the kindling of our bodies

on a bed I've carefully prepared

with incense of pinecones and rings

of rocks to keep you here

look at all the heavy wood I've set by

I foraged a forest, set a feast for you

under the stars, beneath the autumn wind

where the only ones watching

my breath on your mouth

are a hundred thousand children sparkling

upward from the joy we set

crackling and dancing in the one night

I dream about sharing with you

more beautiful than darkness

let's suppose spring will come

someday, or dawn interrupt us gnawing

on each other's shoulders

the sun will find us slopped together like soup

chunk of bacon, a bit of carrot

let me blow you into quivers, fire soul, soup bowl

since the sunrise reaches out for us anyway

why not make tonight

a promise two people will whisper a hundred years from now

no different than the kiss

I draw like a circle from your lips tonight