Duftessa

Weary of autumn, the earth rests,
root-deep and incense-soft.
[Serious and still.]
Grant that at last there may be peace,
as in Your
kingdom of heaven.

With peach champagne and Puschkin in bed.
Rosewood restraints &
clove wings
caress her curves...
Flowing autumn fire gold.

Galbanum gentleness,
starlit ballet &
golden galaxies...
A delicate breeze
like silk...
We drift
through distant nightlands...
Just the two of us.

A cottage rose garden with a delicate floral face
You see your reflection in the empty glass
Riesling
?
I listen inwardly,
silence sings
so finely

A sea of black ink.
All the unwritten letters of all lovers, those in love, the beloved & the unloved
drift over the lavender bed.