Lovers like sponges soaking up summers
To dance to the ground
Come fall
Deep into leaves
In that great in-between
Somehow warm breeze
Yet somehow these leaves
These Indian summer sleeves
Growing down your arms
And budding as gloves
While two viscious scarves
Hungry for hearts
Tie us together
And cover us in leaves
While we seep
All the summers we found to take
Lying and waiting
There by the rake
Spend these nights with me
Before they are evenings
Tend to my needs
Jump from your tree
Stay close to me
Promising
We’ll land close to each other
