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AUTUMN RISES
As all is temporary, my love, so in this bed you lie
and though we are far from strangers, we are lost
for any gestures that would comfort the other.
We have exhausted all the possibilities within us
for this or that particular future, but the game goes on
with unequal billing, and one of us must always lose.
It is this way because the hanging raindrops
would not soak the ground where we would remember
the spell to right the path. We have gone beyond
the charms of mist and light that bear resemblance
to our former passing, when we were as children
under the watchful eye of the morning cherry blossom.
Nothing could keep us together, not even for a day,
but when I think of my body next to yours,
I want to pass through the arches of your thighs, forever.
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