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 under-dressed & 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*.