Days and nights like this, the high won't let me sleep. 

The season disappoints

my expectation

of Earth tones waltz

on nature's canvas.

Bursts of brilliant red break

through dying green and crumpled brown

to tap dance on my hair.

...Short lived hope

for the beauty promised.

Sun shafts cast warm pockets

of wind that lift and drop

wrinkled leaves.

...They fall slowly to death

like sheets of paper.

Great piles of dying summer,

once a hiding place...

only cripple under my weight,

leaving me on the cold ground.

Branches half-dead depress

in their weakened state,

and memories, colorblinded,

fade as summer expires.

Flocks of birds sing a

haunting sadness of

summer's passing,

as they depart.

...I hum along,

and follow them home.

I am

disappointed.

And, once again,

I'm dried leaves,

suppressed and saddened,

wilted,

just waiting on the wind.

.

watching you watching me,
fuels my ignition.
waiting on
an explosion of
nerves,
firing and misfiring.
exchanges of
words,
naughty and yearning.
but sufficing on
my own, batteries,
and steamy dreaming of
your generosity,
with destroyed clothes
and mangled sheets,
leaving me
exposed
and increased.
waiting like
a fireball burning,
sparkling a soft haze,
patient
and churning,
waiting to be set ablaze.