Autumn Loving

You can’t deny the truth: you’re sexier

in every way than Summer. She tries

so hard with the glistening and the booty

shorts but you found this way

to tempt me, to lure me in with coziness

and sweaters. As soon as I saw the cypress trees

fading brown I knew you were here,

my favorite lady. You rode in in the eye

of a hurricane, not a hair out of place. You make

me want to make love to you on a faux fur rug

in front of a crackling fire with the windows

open. You make me want to sprinkle

pumpkin spice all over my face

and have you lick it off with your

chilled tongue. Tie me up with a red

fuzzy scarf and make me watch

you pole dance on lovebugs’

dead bodies. Let us look up and see

old snowbirds peeping through the windows

at our lovemaking. Let me love you in the orange

glow of a thousand fake fireplaces. Let me miss

you when the lights go up

and you’re too cold to go on.

We don’t have much time before Winter

clocks us both with an ice cold punch;

until then, let’s make her watch.