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