Torch

(15 Oct 1999 - to GCS)

Always October
kindles me,
the smoky nights,
the crisp moon,
the aching blue
of autumn sky,
the scarlet cry
of the lone maple,
burning like me,
an offering
to bring back the magic.

Always October
brings down my tears,
leaves me breathless;
leaves of gold
the currency of old dreams;
Hallow's eve,
and now another
memory.

On my knees,
singed by your sweet
October lash,
flesh in flames.
Make me worthy,
my lips pray, open,
receive
a benediction.

October, again.
I blaze
and fall
again.
October.
Always.

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