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
