You’re crisp

cuddle up cold crisp

crisp fall weather that is

with scratchy scarves and piles and piles of leaves

 each one you that I dive into 

swan dive alive

 because I’m always graceful in your arms

 like a balance beam ballerina twirling through like wind

 twisting the crackling maple tears for hours until it’s spring again

apple crisp replaced with cherry blossom pie

 now the morning with you is like laying in a heap of hot laundry

where we forgot the dryer sheets and all we can smell is skin

and wonder if maybe it’s really summer

because we took the clothes out yesterday but fell asleep naked atop faded things still warmed by love


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