Modest Cover

Now Autumn's come, I'll offer up a kiss
and have you breeze down on me like a leaf,
that's drifted to my lips, assured of crisp,
brumal entanglement.

Woodland relief,
is landscaped with new colour: trees exchange
aestival robes for yellows, browns and reds;

Let woods mutate, your tongue won't seem so strange
within my mouth; I'll harvest it and pledge
a cornucopia of new delights;

Let chestnuts, corn and cranberries provide
feasts for summer's dog days; but food excites
me only when our mouths don't coincide;

Base hunger can't distract us from each other,
Since trees won't always offer modest cover.