You Turn Your Gaze on Me and I Tumble Into

Grace Cram

 

crystal             amber              abyss

pooling like                             honey

and

dripping

down

like

molasses

AUTUMN AFLAME

burnt sienna staining the mind of an artist

a rich, reminiscent cold brew poured over ice

a caramel apple devoured in that golden hour

 

unified beauty

yet contrasts swim fluently

 

electrifying

enthusiasm

soulful

skepticism

blasé

absurdity

 

treacly saccharine

brown eyed boy