Sweet scent of nectarine,
my personal heroine.
Why don’t we drown together
in the glow of the spring?
Vibrant ceramic skin
clothed in nature’s embrace.
Can I share this fabric
and tease a way in?
Caressing somewhere between the trees
the potent needle of nostalgic euphoria.
Eardrums were ringing, awash in the sound
of separate parts becoming a whole.
And I try to repeat it,
repeat it in every face I see.
And I try to repeat it,
repeat it through memory.
Falling, colored leaves
tangled in our grasp.
Should we climb together
above the branches?
Find privacy from the vines,
the avalanche of dying things,
gasping for sunlight to feed our roots
to bring this kiss to life.
Caressing somewhere between the trees
the thought of someone once known.
Veins were pounding, drugged to the sound
of steady beats racing to infinity.
And I try to repeat it,
repeat it in every hand I hold.
And I try to repeat it,
repeat it through all the letters.
Sensations pulse to the forefront of my fingertips
as the motions pass through this empty chest.
I feel a change buried deep inside.
But the image blurs—
it’s fading to fog,
the dust begins to cascade down.
The snow around these parts is a bitter taste:
Bitter sap in veins,
feel bitter on tongues,
feel stings that poke and prod like knives.
No path left among the bedlam
and the leaves keep falling,
the leaves keep falling.
And I try to repeat it, repeat it,
repeat it with a name.
And I try to repeat, repeat it,
repeat it in a frame.
And I try to repeat it, repeat it,
repeat as you said.
And I try to repeat it, repeat it,
repeat it when you’re gone.
( ❤ Mitch)
