Sugar Cube

Love me, please. Love me again.

The maple tree
Beneath whose canopy
She stood
Was a blaze of golden flame.
Leaves fell between us
And upon our shoulders
As I contemplated her plea.

I thought her sincere.

But there was far more

Between us
Than autumn leaves.

There was too little left

Of myself
And I feared that I
Like a sugar cube
Drenched with water
Yet maintaining its form
Was sure to crumble
To disassemble
Should the slightest bit more
Be inflicted.

I had no reply

Though
I am certain
My eyes told her
All.