203 – Autumn

Tall clouds
In the horizon,
Legs
Of rolling thunder
Bring them
Slowly closer.

Moving
With the
Majestic calm
Of long-dead
Gods of old,
Or extinct
Giants.

Warm drops
Slide down
Her naked flesh,
Re-tracing
The path
Of love,
And hands,
And lips.

Tears masked
But not unnoticed
In the rain.

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