Fall wind surprised us
gripped
by cold-tone gradients,
an irreverent flannel wrapped her
into the nostalgia
of hypertrophic revolutions,
while nausea persisted.
Cracked soul
blowed
across her chest,
we were
climbed thistles,
our perturbing fasting
at a bizarre age.
The heartfelt turning,
o You,
supine among my wishes
and uncharted seas.
