I have loved you
seven autumns
seven times
the leaves have
(with a slight of their golden hand)
charged the air
with the magic
to whisper your name
seven times
I have been hypnotized
craving your arms
with each cool gust
seven times
I have been bewitched
by the combination of your smile
and cinnamon
but the greatest trickery of all
is the way loving you for seven autumns
feels like
(at the same time)
seven minutes and
seven lifetimes
September 23, 2019
Unfiltered Poetry 