Chrysalis

Gleaming morning light
  creeps through drapes
to tickle, waking us
  from embracing
the slumber..
  In the moistened wrap
with cheeks glued
  and jousted waists,
we stare...
  Arched back
of frail leaves
  encumbered by
the morning dews
  And Fall, he continues
To paint her red
  Leaving her lacerated
here and there
  An amorous
morning scene
  that grows steady
reflecting streaks of
  glistening chrysalis
In your eyes, the besotted,
  and home of my dreams..