The seasons change

and so does my coat,

leaving you to drown

in this hair filled moat.

Just try to kiss me

and you will find

a beard of fur

is quite divine.

Lost is one thing

that I will never be

since I leave in my wake

little pieces of me.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

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