Tea with some rum, please
Just enough to make a tease
And fill the room with ease

A glass of wine
Would also be fine
As a sprinkle to a light dine

And if it’s not too much
A coffee with cinnamon as brunch

That’s what autumn is for
To wait and long
And beg for more

More of touch
And sighs and ohs
Nonesuch

More kissing in the rain
Opposing the days that go in vain