Tis the Season

You ooze your cool through a room

Like a warm Summer breeze.

The ease of your step

Blessed is the pavement that accepts

Your steps.

Step one:

Ignites the fire that burns my soul

Step two:

Pounds clues into the pavement

Engraving your dreams for me to read

on the road.

There's no step three

Because you leap

I mean, Spring forward

Torture, if you don't breathe life

With your passing.

I'm asking

If I Fall will you catch me?

I'll be exactly

Where you want me to be

In December, in the Winter

New Years Eve will see

You kissing me.