Shades of Cypress trees
in his eyes
beguiling sounds in his voice.
The scent of peaches on his breath
an outburst of ecstasy in his blood
sighs of dashing breeze on his lips.
He calls my name
under an ephemeral rain
wild roses grow on my skin.
His deep lulling eyes
gently watch the fireflies
and half asleep remain I.
A cluster of orange blossoms
hang from the fingers of sunlight
heavy dusk bends under the dawn.
Summer faints into Autumn’s arms
colors fade and cold rains fall
he leaves, and so fall I.