ETERNALLY OCTOBER

 

In his dreams, she dances

in and out of shadow and luminescence.

Her liquescent movements are reminiscent

of a languid flame that once danced for the rose candle,

which now sits cold, useless—

dead

since late October.

 

He breathes deeply scents of

sandalwood and rose, the essence of her hair.

He tastes the redolence of gin and tonic,

and the tang of menthol ciggies cleaving to her tongue—

senses living, ever

lasting

in October.

 

He hears her breath, rhythmic

against a backdrop of fall rain. Soft sputters

splatter gently upon the cold windowpane—

the melody of October unjust, justified.

Song of amour, ever

low,

ever fleeting…

 

He awakes in the night.

She is there in the black, low-slung and callous—

phantom in the guise of a satellite,

casting her hateful white light through the thin window shade,

ever mocking, ever

static

in October.

 

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© 2019 Kindra M. Austin

Kindra M. Austin is a writer, author, co-founder of Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen, and Indie Blu(e) Publishing. You can find her books on Amazon and Barnes and Noble online.