Autumn is in your body now
your dress falls easy to my touch
stains of red wine on rooftops
reveal promises of the moon and stars.
Children sail down our street
clutching balloon flowers to their cheeks
blooms of colour bursting on the road
makes you laugh and sing your own accord.
Floating empty bottles down the river
as the mud spins a beer bottle and
a polystyrene chip carton sinks
out of reach of our rain driven boat.
Leaning back with arms outstretched
the moon playing across your skin
catching the surf that cannot come
watching the stars that will never shine.