Autumn Revelry

I crush the leaves of kamala tones
between my palms, rolling the brightness
before it fades.

I think about painting my body with the colors,
relinquishing myself to the season.
Becoming as pure as color on the hillside.

My body merging with the soil as winter begins to cloak
the stone wall above, where we sat together
& you told me you were a karmic slut. 

You are angel obscure; deafening heart
pulled into love that darkens you. Your addiction,
the intrigue of the "other."

The Silva of summer then, bracing me for carnal rush
but your eyes requested amnesty from past transgressions
seeking more than lovephilia's keeping.

And I believed I might heal that empty wound.
Aching to assuage 
your Magdalene nimbus of want.