Welcoming autumn

If autumn was my man

He would be ..
.. coming through my balcony with the smooth touch of wind
.. kissing my lips, leaving a taste of raining wish
.. expecting a true hug from me – his love, with eyes closed and naked soul
.. parading in my brain stories and school prince books prints
He would have ..
.. convinced me to make the huge chocolate cake with a dose of drug powder
.. left me in deep thoughts figuring out the way being young but also grow old together
.. forgotten all our sad moments and rewritten some new autumn trees’ fallen leaves
.. already painted a wall in fuchsia, just to let me know that autumn has colour too.

If autumn was my man, autumn’s name would be M.