we went for a youthful
naked pose

& found it

one shot, that was -
& perfect

some autumn weekend
in wooly sweaters:
the cold apartment,
your face

laughing like children,
only sweeter,
because we were not

we were latter-children:
cynical, artistic, pathetic

but we knew how
to laugh

& make love



that day was lost
& is gone

the image burns like
that fotograph
(now missing):

two young like that,
naked & glistening,
at the prime of
being,

graceful
youthful
construction

limber, lithe, porcelain

bursting with love



ii.
bursting with love -

& leaves
are falling,

like snapshots of summer
gone missing


onto the ground:

our faces dance,

our bodies dance

& fade into this
nascent
autumnal

stillness

without thought.