Chills I Desire

I am autumn,
a wonderous blend of browns
that stands out in the still green flora of my homeland.
The weather is the coolest it's been in forever,
but it's still too warm.
I seek the chill
that signals the end of abundance.
The lingering, painless death
is both a finale
and a beginning.

It is autumn's breezes
that bring me to life.
It is autumn's sounds of leaves 'neath my feet
that sharpen my heat-dulled senses.
It is autumn's colors
that open my eyes that sought to hide from summer's glare.

In autumn...I awaken.
The chills revive my fatigued veins, and I run.
In autumn...I awaken.
The sounds stir my latent desires to dance.
In autumn...I awaken.
The light makes even the dying flora glow...

and gives me a glow as I seek to fulfill my desires.

In autumn, I am at my peak.
Passion points run high in the heart of October,
and I seek to satiate my passion.
So to his house I go; it is he I desire in this illusturous season,
perpetuating autumn's glow.

It is he that glows in early fall,
a soft, latent fire I seek share...if he's willing.
If he is-oh, what a night!
For some time, I'll be blissfully fatigued.
If he's not-I still seek to hold him
and enjoy autumn's offerings.
Imbibe in the taste of pumpkin, the scent of cinnamon
and the winds that drive me to action.

With him I want to share my joy, my desires, my love.
As autumn awakens my body, it arouses my soul.
I seek to share my soul with him.