falling for you one last time (poem)

When the time is right,
meet me in the autumn-stained woods
where a rushing stream cuts through the hills
and the rocky slope below is obscured by leaves.
We will sit and talk until the mood is right,
when the warm glow of sunset ignites the forest
and sensible people escape its grasp
before darkness awakes and ensnares all.

Then we will stand and share a kiss:
one hand resting lightly on your waist
as you gently press yours against my chest,
our final kiss just like the first.
Then I will pull away as you push,
falling and crashing upon every rock below
and add my own crimson leaves to the display
until the stream finally entombs me.

-Zero