Follow the yellowish hue
to summer's slumber,
around the dunes bending
blades,
onto chilled, stiffened sands
to eternities awaiting ocean.
Welcoming blues, and winds...
Where wishes and needs blend
and bestow gusts of wanting.
Relish virgin faces, tender youthful kisses.
Long not for what is to come
next season.
Fall lasts but for a moment in yellows, oranges
and browns.
Savor the bitter taste of lasting memories,
so sweet to be a neophyte on traveled ground.
Ignorant
and in love,
with love itself
Calling to forgotten ears,
who know what season's bring,
that intimacy is more a gentle breeze,
than a tempest's breathe.
Decorticate,
and bare witness
to the newness of his flesh.
Bathe yourself in lavender and
verisimilitude.
Till next season shines a golden hue,
and in that reverent brightness,
Love will be for the sake of you.
N.PABLITO
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