Bury me with the red leaves flying off the trees,
Crimson whispers, caught in twilight’s breeze.
Shower me with the words you spoke in your sleep,
Soft murmurs of love, a promise to keep.

Bathe me so the water grazes my skin like your lips,
Gentle caress of autumn’s fingertips.
Kiss me with the passion I so dearly miss,
Linger on my soul, an eternal abyss. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer