Bed me in autumn’s leaves, Beloved;take me under this red-gold canopy,under October’s crystal sky.Lay yourself on me; cover melike a carpet of shimmering gold.Let me inhale autumn’s fragrancewith your rich, warm man-scent.Silver frosts our hair, Beloved;our eyes are shadow-grayed.But the fires of our youth still smolderin glowing embers needing buta…