sunset mooning over moon?
lonely leaves parting with tender loins for warmth from chilly dusky skies?
light basking under concealment from prying eyes?
blind visions hounding prime willys?
November danced too soon too close;
December never stood a chance.
flakes of frozen sky paid tribute to burnished earth,
thresher opened threshold to herald the days back then,
fusing unfated lovers in the gloom that awakened,
back then all that mattered was heatwave fusion with wintry nights.
of all the things I still remember September,
too much for sooo little.
played cards tucked in breast bone but still
exposure left only rawness
immune to sunny skies, romantic moons, careless whispers and jazz seductions
my mist, my joy, in rejection, confusion Confucius would admire
December embraced the dark, the savior’s birth unnoticed
Remember me, when December flaps his lover’s brows, jaws snapped tight with malice