Too fearless to walk toward you
too in love to turn away…
these two keep shedding my skin,
one pushes,
the other pulls….
whether I let the infinitely accommodating sky
breathe me in without remainder
or I bury my face
in the nape of Autumn’s neck,
becoming her intoxicating scent,
I will always be a canvas
waiting in your mind,
and a seductive hand
in your heart.