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the sun has its way

through the trees

bending with amber desire

refracting with flexible panache



i have desire and frustrations

that bend around autumn affections



september always plays games

with the harp made

of my heart strings

as if it were soft

background music



riding around the lake

the retiring sunlight

dips into the serenity

of a nonchalant current

for one of the last skip

across pleasure



with the tan lines

of scrambled tenderness

simmering in the heat

of the opportunity



and that is the moment

i slide a string through



creating a necklace

of simple shades

of pleasure

for you