Sleeping in Fire

I’ve always found solace in illicit hobbies

Wondering along to the tune of big what ifs

As I hide in by bed from autumn

 

Those colours burning on shivering roads

burning like cinnamon whiskey

rousing me from my sweaty sheets….

 

….as Dreams of an overcast sky

touch the pale skin in my favorite shirt

bundled and doe-eyed

so far away from me

 

I kick off my cover red and overheating

And that crimson kiss is still looming

Eating with cold fingers to my wheezing heart

 

Asleep i hear the song of trees undressing

Swaying in the loving embrace

Of liquor and autumn.

 

BY TOM LANE

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