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