Miss Autumn (rewind, play)
Red puckered lips
plant a single kiss on his stubbly chin.
The chosen one.
Elected from a crowd of thousands.
She puts their brilliant love on display.
Limbs dance exotic numbers,
painted up in glamorous shades,
gold, tangerine, rust.
A lady’s temporal passions
divesting him with from tip to toe.
Soon all the poplar gents will know,
she’s the reigning Queen.