Red Lips
We saw the Fall crash into graves
Autumnal crown like her red lips
That flatter before they deprave
The tree’s dead leaves with just (a) kiss
With her dress (off) she led the way
To the hill’s crown where we could see
Much clearer every force that preyed
On all our couldnots and all couldbes
Taking time to jot them down
(We couldn’t always be this up)
And enlightened by this view of town
We said words of love and filled our cups.