September’s Particular Sadness

I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember.

Dominic Ricciletto

 

A Careless Lover

Summer takes its sweet time,
Slowly strips your defenses,
Has its way with you,
Then abandons you,
Alone,
On the dock,
In the chill of an October dusk.
Ravished. Spent.
Shivering.
Wanting more.

 

 

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