I am the First Eve.

Rhythms

You’re so seasonal.
I remember
love’s warm haze.
Can’t you feel the wind
blow you closer 
to me?
But I sway,
still dancing on the aftertaste.
Wrapped up in warmth,
colors and cloud nines.
Time fuels
the desire.
I learned to dream
and I send my apologies.

The truth will
set you free.