AUTUMN AFTERNOON

Look, look, at all your nooks and crannies

As if a sculpturer once shaped you

You tease me, tease my curiosity

Exquisitely

The way you´ve grown in a sort of unexpected manner

You are unparalleled

Entirely unique, your own

How you can teach us...

Remember, you say, all the ways in which you move from

Move

Navigate but follow, mostly

Swim along these crooked lines of mine

Not a straightforward path to find here

The lines were made up, slipped, turned, ended

Began anew

We curve, snaking along your bones, change direction, adapting, exploring an unknown

world at every turn

To the light that´s peeking through

Lighting up clear minds

Letting children shine through

Senses sharpened, yet wide

Grey skies

Blues and purple

Way beyond that milky white vail

Golden yellow pencil strokes surround me

Until they as well are let go to fall

Covering the ground

As my naked feet are touched by your softness

They dance in and with you.

So is the rest of me.

Touched and moved by you.

Thank you for allowing, thank you for simply letting be.

You demand attention, equally as wonder

For if I do not tend to your bones and bends, your curves,

I may slip

And like this, we play a game in which both hands and feet melt into you

Our boundaries are fading with the dimming lights of this

exquisite autumn afternoon