Touch me
Touch me
In the morning
When I awake fresh
From oblivion
Where truth is coated
In fairy dust
Sugar free of context
Stripped of consequence
Until the whisper of revival
Brings a dawning of goodbye
Where are you then
Kiss me
With the promise
Of a welcome
Bring to me
The beauty of a rainbow
At the end of which you lie
Pin the tail
On the donkey
Find a hidden treasure
Always out of reach
Reflections turn my head
As memories
Prickle my interest
In the difference
Between one leaf
And another
So many variations
In the design
On a second look
Every colour bleeds into
A different, infinite green
An artists pallet
Would never do justice
To them all
Will you be waiting
As they fall
Touch me
With your smile
It will melt
My indifference
Even as the seasons change
When daylight
Comes to call
What strange recall
Ejects me
From your seduction
Tips me out
Into the cold grey morn
Where crisp dry leaves
Ground into the dirt
Cry out
A sharp retort
Every dying crunch
Reminiscent of revival
As the cycle turns
Winter is as summer does
Every step taken
Will bring me closer
To you.