L'Automne (The Fall)

Bury your soul in my skin

and begin to wander 

the streets of my heart. 

Tiny old pathways, 

well-trodden by the seasons

lined with bridges 

filled with pocket spaces 

hiding gems  -

waiting for you. 

Throw your map 

you will not need it. 

Follow the Seine 

the water knows

where to go

Look me in the eye, 

trace the corners of my mouth

Take your time

to get to know me. 

Let the leaves fall slowly as they may

welcome the inevitable

In the evening, when you are ready

return to me naked 

warm, dark, sweet 

as the wine in your belly

By then, do not hesitate

go in for the kiss,  

Fill me in with your desire 

and find me better than your dreams.