i found you under leaves
or covered you in leaves
i am not sure which
brown maroon orange yellow
i do not know why we were outside
except you like the cool air
and public displays of affection
when i reached for your hand to help you up
you pulled me down instead of course
so i wiped the leaves from your face
to kiss your chilled eye lids nose and mouth
as we lay in the dulled autumn sun
you whispered to me like a child telling a secret
this is all i ever wanted you know
—P.L. Thomas
