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A Celebration of the Remnant of the Summer Heat Before the Arrival of Winter
Leaves fall from the tops of the trees.
The trees stand tall, arboreal erections.
The leaves come down like semen drops.
The mood in Autumn is that of the orgasmic sexuality of Nature.
The sun rising to the zenith of the sky epitomizes vaginal heat.
When a pair of lips are pressed together, they are like a bird with wings extended.
So each bird looks like a pair of disembodied lips offering a kiss.
Flocks of birds flying across the sultry sky become like collections of kisses wanting to be delivered.
Their flight is in keeping with the spirit of romance so natural in Autumn.
The trees stand tall, arboreal erections.
The leaves come down like semen drops.
The mood in Autumn is that of the orgasmic sexuality of Nature.
The sun rising to the zenith of the sky epitomizes vaginal heat.
When a pair of lips are pressed together, they are like a bird with wings extended.
So each bird looks like a pair of disembodied lips offering a kiss.
Flocks of birds flying across the sultry sky become like collections of kisses wanting to be delivered.
Their flight is in keeping with the spirit of romance so natural in Autumn.
Published 5th Oct 2022
Author's Note
This poem came to me after I spent hours today listening to Sade, goddess of a kind of jazz.
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