Mortality’s Affair

In autumn,
she invites
you to peek
beneath her
fine gossamer
petticoats.

They are
thinner
than you
had imagined.

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Shawl

On days
when the veil
is a bit
thinner,

I want to
wrap you in
the warm fabric
of my love.

***

When I
came up against
the idea
of losing you,

I walked to a field
and stayed,
until everything
became quiet.

***

Let me take you
back into
my arms, let
our tender

bodies soften
beneath leaves
that float down
like questions.