your voice does to me/ what autumn does to trees/ you call to say hello/ and my clothes fall naturally ~rupi kaur
September skies
And the taste of you
still lingers on my lips
Magnetic essence
Slow dance with me
In a room with an unmade bed
And vanilla candles
And you
tucked against my neck
Sunrise, then morning coffee
No more feeling blue
this autumn,
I wear my orange dress.