Heat and humidity blanket our path
Picture us, stencil lines
Curly hair makes me look youthful
Tiptoe through the turning leaves
Palms, lips, hips touch
Squinting to the sun
Eyelashes protect each tender glance
Shed our scarves and jackets
Split an iced coffee to cool our tongues
I try not to bite the straw
But you make me nervous
Nervous you may pick me
Fall with me to the ground
Roll us in the leaves
And hold me close
Nervous you may leave me
Draw away from me off the path
Leave me with a different heartbeat
And bloodless veins
