• la_pluma_negra 5w

    the days, elongated by your arrival,
    bring salacious scents of spice and cinnamon.
    candles aflame like fireplaces and hearts ajoined under waxing moon, warmth found 
    in coffee mugs and cashmere throws,
    where underneath bodies seek each other,
    waiting for autumn's, 
    slow descent to winter. Oh how you tease and tantalize our senses, 
    the final falling of colored leaves,
    promising summoned celebration