Baked Autumn

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Your Breath

is Baked Autumn,

your Lips

like Heavy Clouds.

Your Eyes are New Moons and

I can see Eternity there.

Your Smile is the

Evening Sun:

Lazy ans still Glorious.

Your Arms: the Safety of a Cleft in a Rock

and

your Love

encompasses me.

10/14/99

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