Mussy, short cut hair, and those bright blue eyes.
Too large flannel, long sleeved shirt, dark colored tee.
Fading denim jeans, and worn out Converse high tops.
First of autumn, evening coming crisp as dry, dead leaves.
My palms are sweaty, and I’m hot despite the cool air.
The stars starting to bejewel the blood velvet of sunset.
You smile, but don’t look at me, as I try to gather my nerve.
My hands tremble, and the damp smell of leaves is sweet.
I take your hand in mine, and squeeze. You sigh, turn to me.
We face each other, eyes bright and clear and as open as the sky.
I stroke your cheek, and you close your eyes, lean into my fingers.
Leaves fall and the trees die back, but life is ever bright and warm.
Unsure, I lean forward, our lips touching, and you kiss me back.
My hand on your cheek, your fingers stroking my curly, wild hair.
I am warm like I swallowed the sun, wrapped in eternal, divine light.
The season has changed, light in the dark, as we walk hand in hand.