Sun Bleached Fall

decaying adjectives
on a sun-bleached landscape
dried into my frayed lilac scented hands

the world hid away
from prying eyes
and windswept ivory dust
to huddle within frost bitten breathing

A soft baritone clicked to sandpaper
and broken stringed guitars
fingers bled sorrow on faded redwood floors

Stairs trespassed thousands of times
stand alone and desolate
our world was accounted for in asphyxiating dust

Priceless eyes of mahogany crosshatched wood

dimming red in a gray scaled world
transfixed and dissipated into early morning air
ice on starlet covered cars
wheels frozen concrete

spinning tires in ceaseless ruts
we hid in our huddled forms
while our souls evaporated and formed in the frozen air
Of a petrified hollow and frost bitten breathing