Pumpkin Tea on an Autumn Afternoon

Like a child enthralled by a

Butterfly’s buttercup beauty

I innocently towards you lean

Across the simple small

Wooden patio table

Disinclined to miss a

Single magical wing of your movement

Hoping to get enough close

To be in caught your

Dainty, daisy draft

Drifting dreams into drunkenly

Draught from your lip’s

Drawn up daringly discourse

As we sip our pumpkin tea,

Just you and me.

Neighbors, flies and passers-by

Stealing glances, jealously

As you flitter freely your freesia fragrance

Your pattering puffs of paisley incense

A bedazzling beckoning for which I

Banter bashfully and boyishly bound, but

Embrace ether solely.

Ears echoing lingering light laughter as you

Vibrate your Venus violet violin,

Flashing lightning in your

Lilac little lenses,

Sending silly signals as you

Away skip barefoot.

That savory second goodbye glance

Seared into my heart’s retina.

There was a moment
When the glib jabber
Wrapped the night with
A pluck of zither
Long lashes leapt
And struck a rapt flash
Finding proof we were

While you entertained us with your missives

I listened to your rhythm

Perched pleasantly  on a bar stool

As a percussionist  long absent from her kit

I heard each timid tap of cymbal

Each bashful boast of bass

And felt the dribbling drag of you attention across the snare

We smiled at our smiles

As you recalled your skill with each curved membrane

Until you felt even the dusk, drunk in your strokes

After a pause for your inquest

I kissed you my laud

The crimson curves of your crux

Wrapped around my own

With the pressure of two rubies seeping together

And my body became an avatar

So that a crippled heart

Might run and race again.