Poem by Su Red



he leaves like autumn
leaves like red
a last trace of my lips
upon his cheek now
covered by stubble
a thick overgrown lawn
which hides blossoming new life
waiting to spring forth
leaves like orange
flames devour
shreds of white
words mean nothing now
what matters is
the black soles
that get smaller
and smaller in
the distance

autumn swallows the sticky sweetness
of summer
spits sleet and hail
on the one
who nurtured it
if I was autumn
I could swallow him up
feel him dancing
in my tummy
spit him back up
when the music stopped
but I am not autumn
I am spring
napping on
the porch swing
my eyes open
to find
you stroking my hair
barefoot because
you have no place to go


Photography © Su Red

Photography © Su Red


Su Red is an artist of various mediums, currently residing in the NYC area. You can see more of her work here.


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