Halloween at Dawn.

You sat outside

On a well worn couch

Placed on a splintered deck

Looking for answers in the trees

Wet with the night air

Your touch made its way

Through windows and plaster walls

To the lobes of my ears.

And you ran yourself slowly

Along my neck

As you always do

Leaving a trail of molecules

Set on fire

Swarming porous skin

Soaked with sweat like morning dew

I can still smell the autumn cigarettes

Clinging to my clothes

Like the last parcels of fabric

Hugging the metal frame of a couch

That’s seen children grow old.

I cannot recall the fall leaves’ colors

Quite as clearly as I can remember

Frantically pulling apart your costume

Threads in my palms

As if you were hiding the sunlight from us all.