My throat is burning- <br />I’m screaming in dreams <br />And waking in regular shifts, <br />Breaking apart at the seams. <br />It seems colder this morning, <br />With nothing to hate, <br />I’m late, and your taste <br /> Won’t leave. <br /> <br />The trees are shedding <br />Their clothes, like strippers <br />Dancing seductively in the breeze. <br />It’s so easy to imagine <br />Sleazy men bowing down in the dark <br />At their knees. <br /> <br />Another flash in the distance <br />Suggests last night’s storm <br />Is not yet over- <br />Another day of overcast grey, <br />A sky so full of pain <br />Not yet all cried out.<br /><br />Your sword vs my pen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-morning/
