no word nor verse can make it plain the bonds that bind you to me, but to call you friend? -- such poor cliché -- for "friend" indeed is tired and plain,
but on this day in September -- a splendid day may it favor to be -- should you find a few moments free do read this verse -- if so, so plain -- as testament of my love for you -- my dearest "not friend, friend".
i claim this day as yours alone to rest, to play or to simply be; may each which follow bear you no pain and brim with sparkle and possibility.
so happy birthday, my dearest friend -- why are you so far away from me?
the leaves (unlike us who prefer to fall in the spring) shall soon fall -- for they are turned and made weak by the slightest autumn chill (unlike i who is turned and weakened by the merest glimpse of you, of your form, of your face, your shadow -- in all four seasons).
it is ravishing how easily you turn me -- so effortlessly, so completely (like the fall breeze effortlessly turns maple leaves -- without hesitation, -- ravenously).
i want to be ravished by you -- i want to ravish you in return, to be weakened and to fall with you -- this fall, without hesitation (like all fall leaves fall -- without hesitation -- when they have been turned, when they have been ravished, when they have weakened)
even if it means falling once, just once (like all fall leaves are turned and fall just once -- weakened, they fall -- they lie together, spent -- to perish together), i want this for us.
i want to turn with you, i want to fall with you -- weakened and spent -- for it is autumn and autumn is a good season for falling.