rewind

sad blustery evening
leaves strew the ground
not cold enough to want warmth
not warm enough to feel free
its just the weather
when you are alone
walking on the street

the feeling it brings
is exactly the same
the feeling of loss
of something tamed
one year ago it had been the same
though perhaps certain things
have since then changed
you face the lonely street
with a mind better arranged

the keys jingle at your door
you look up,smile wryly
and think
arranged? really? is that so?

Guilty pleasure

cold nose cold finger
search for warmth and wonder
wrapped up like seaweed
a slow dance that lingers

unbidden advances
that only serve to heighten
the mood that was set
as the evening lengthened

heavy is the breathing
on your face
making you dizzy and your
heartbeat race
as you start enjoying this
commanding animal grace