Falling

Falling

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The summer has overstayed,
a too-drunk friend
lingering when the party
has long since peaked.
Withered dirt-drab leaves,
too weary to wait for autumn to arrive,
impatiently pluck themselves from their roosts
to decompose in gutter drains.

How can I express
that you feel like the season's change;
that those bottomless brown eyes
pair perfectly with
the ocher and rust red of deep autumn,
that I shiver every time we touch,
that you are the first breath of fresh,
brisk air that sweeps away
the sweltering Midwest humidity,
giving me goosebumps. 

How can I stay reticent
when the alcohol hits and
my heart overflows with everything about you,
and I want to tell you that I love you,
but not in a way that scares us both away --
in a comfortable way,
as a friend I can't wait to see again
and as a human being that brings me
an absurd amount of happiness,
without any expectations,
because you are already
every single thing you need to be.

You say I look like I'm about to cry,
but that's just affection for you
not fitting in this caved-in chest.

You are cuddle weather,
you are a sweater I can't wait
to put on again.
You are a nap in the sun
under the softest blanket.
You are autumn.

© 2019 Ben Taylor


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That is such a powerful expression. And the reverse prosopopoeia toward the last stanza is just awesome to read!

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Ben Taylor
Ben Taylor

Columbia, MO



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