elegy for fallen leaves
we met late in july
by a break in the sky
now our love is penniless art
thunder, thunder
over and under
recite the tale of my heart
i called her pet names
like slut, like whore
we played these games
and more
as we crossed lines
the lightening flew
so we lucky few
hid our love among the pines
under a bough
i can recall now
the scent of her flesh and wet earth
cry as she might
she could not fight
the urge to assert her worth
then heat! then red!
life poured from my head
she licked it clean like wine
i lay there still
among the ill of our sin
in the mud and the blood and the pines