Autumn Appassionata

How so charged were we 
as we languid lay, 
twinned hidden, heady lightning bolts 
leapt to life, unspoken sparked
to canter chrysanthemum clouds 
then rain sweltering scent of wanton white roses 
taunting with their purity...

You roamed the underbelly of my desert plains
by the plunder of your ghazal gaze
till with each unexpected strum
to ancient rhythms of gypsy kings, 
we soared on the golden wings 
of morning bread's crusted aromas
and imploded, a thousand kaleidoscopic flowers
of half-remembered dreams
far from distant Iberian thunder.

Then, lured like prancing river fish
fresh awakened to autumn's chill
shrilling late swallows' song,
we were left lost,
double-barbed entangled
and half-blinded by fading mists 
upon a smokey, twilit lagoon.