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Despite her beauty,

Autumn

is a shallow seductress.



I am forgetful

of the frigidity

in her touch,

dazzled

by the midnight sparkle

of her eyes.



Her limbs thrust, gangly,

from her gown

as slowly she sheds

her flowery shroud;

it puddles at her feet

with a rustle.



Icy toes beneath

my blankets

become reminders

that overwhelm

the theatrics

of dress and whispers.



Nudity reveals

creases and crow's feet,

and the passage of time,



as is true

of any other

beauty-pageant queen



sans make-up

in the cold light

of an October morning.