In times I share words that spill
into empty spaces like manicures that fill
the truth I know that stretches
creativity has a mouth that catches
always go the distance to keep passion near
so my cup can be passed and shared
Love the dreams that keep me awake
that come to give not to take
overflow with desire
I stand close to the fire
Crunchy leaves and cold hands
the orange that gives my heart a tan
the season that lets you taste
the outline that I trace
I make it look easy
smiling upon this leads me
rests on top of my shallow skin
draws a map of where Fall has been
-B
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