October’s Eyes

Melissa Gill

I scribble love notes on a bar napkin

& stuff them inside an empty beer bottle.

My autumn tears watercolor

desert skies into heart-shaped fossils.

I dream of you finding my intimate confession

& swooning over our fleeting connection.

Love is a mirror, a reflection,

where we end and we begin.

October’s eyes smile like you,

hypnotic and haunting.

The smell of your skin fades away

like a sonnet I wrote for you

on a paper airplane

gliding on a gale to Lake Tahoe.

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