Wildflower in an Indian Summer

For S.

I was walking home
through the dying Autumn leaves
as the wind whipped cold
deep into my bones
& I was underfed
& alone…

…but then I thought of you

stretched along the bed,
half-asleep in the half-light;
those gorgeous green eyes
filled with a love that can never be mine…

Green will bleed orange,
which will scab to black
before the white falls
& claims all colour back,

but through it all
you will keep me warm:

my wildflower in an endless Indian Summer*.

*Indian Summer – The Doors

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