He traced her skin
as if tending soft petals
after the rain.
Every breath
was a surfacing,
Every touch a plunge.
Though the winds
get pretty nippy now,
and the sunlight,
sometimes gone,
the heat of their breaths
between laughter, whimper,
and tears,
keep their autumn fire
stoked and burning --
consuming them as one.


Sometimes we wonder
when the cold breeze
will stop making us feel
unseen or untouched.
Yet, there is a space
that can be shared
by strangers
where fantasies
are stirred
some questions
are explored
and banter
turns into laughter
with some sighs
in between.

A beautiful set of imagery
love abounding
passion burning
tongues dancing
skin shivering
bodies melting into one.

In this shared space
where we both
watch pictures
of couples making love
laughing together
our own needs seen
our warmth caught
in the sighs
of somebody else
behind the screen.

And we hope
and hope that one day again,
maybe, just maybe,
our own autumn fires
would be kindled
by the significant others
each in our own
little worlds
for real.