finding autumn

The leafs are beginning their lazy fall, a sassy float from branch to air to ground. As we walk along, the path before us is golden and splotched with red.

Blonde hair tangled between my fingers as I pull you from the bed, up to my thighs, forehead and cheeks rosy and deepening.

The breeze is gentle, a light touch to the skin, a whispered goodbye of summer and a coy hello of autumn, a comfort in the transition, a blanket in the open.

My fingertips down the back of your neck and over your shoulder blades, feathery skin, a moment of moving pause.

The field ahead is a blend of green and earth-tones, youth to age, dew to solidity.

I lie you back down, my body collapsing to yours, labia between your teeth, the weight of our bodies solid and transparent.

The sun begins its decent, an orb, a burst, a magic before its rest, coloring our walk, taking away our breaths in moments of awe and recognized bliss.

When I feel my insides collapse into themselves, I press harder to you, losing all of myself to your mouth, my energy becoming yours, lost together, and then: found.