Conker teeth in the harvest moon’s smile

Flutter on this finger while you dance your dance.
Spiraling in your swan song.
October drips down in its turpentine sigh.
Cracking open the door for old man winter.
He heaves and sighs.
Shaking the roots, inverting my natural disposition.
Weigh me down in the setting sun, as the call of another day harkens an exit.
On sticky toffee wings you do fly, casting your shadow across the moon tonight.
Tickle these lips with a seasoned kiss.
Tuck me in like a bear in a jar.
All fury encased in glass.

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4 thoughts on “Conker teeth in the harvest moon’s smile

    • We’re all fighting the bears which really are just our own reflection in the glass. Glad you liked this one, was a jumbled mix of two ideas, but i was happy how they came together. And expressing our love for the season!

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