Lovely Illusions: A Gay, Trans, Aromantic Poem About Aching Desire

Feelings of deep yearning and hope towards a guy I once loved

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Heart-fall blossoms plunge down
Into the autumn woods,
Deep velvet birds, caged and sad,
Look with longing at the sky.
Plumage fumes with burning smoke,
Silver trails sluice down into the dark water.

Roses gold and ephemeral
Cast down their petals of change and warning,
Dream mansions beckon you
To grace their halls
With your boughs of envy.
Snow birds twitter among the sharp strong leaves,
And funnels feed into a dusty crater
Of the pale, battered moon.

I enjoin you
To rise with us in our lustrous dance,
Hear the horses prance
Across the creamy-blue carpet.
Everything is lush and liquid,
Soft and soothing,
A healing balm to your tired skin.