AM + EM... weekend extravaganza..... birthday, celebrations, love, loose everything, get stuck in the rain, don't sleep, cut stuff up, write some philosophy stuff, more poetry, drink, fall asleep on a chair.
Red, luscious, a room full of the fever that takes over a country turning from the green bushiness to the red rosey trails of sweepy leaves falling to floor. An autumn whisper chills the spine, and creates the lure of deep heat, one held between two, breaths seen slowly as they escape and roll over the tonsils. sink me sick.
All there is to do in winter, is close the doors, put on some animalistic beanies, and do what the animals do, maintain heat and have a house warming...
and then greet sunrise ready to invite the hypbernation process, skipping the days melding into nights.