Autumned

Listen now
to the gentle grace
as a steady rhythm
becomes our pace.

Hazel meets russet
shoulders meet knees
suddenly rushing,
a puddle from a stream.

Soft, long chocolate turns to cognac
and is gripped right at the end:
Small hands spread sun-frenched skin
and forcefully, she bends.

A fist is thrown in love
a slap earned in deed
and silent screams
loudly reach fruition:
How acts bring us to our needs.

Light snoring ensues
the sun sets a bit
perky ups and ends coddled
within minutes,
again.