This leaves

This leaves looks like your love –

Its heart is live without leave,

But autumn sad moist glove

Takes off it to a cleave.

This leaves looks like your miss –

Its rib is break to bluff,

Where moon cheese color phys

Doesn’t satiate street stuff.

And time guard sweep leaves mush,

Equating edge to core,

But I will cure soul crush,

Combine your blankness blush

With blank, where poem brush

Art green leaves song before…