Cold feet

Although I sit here
and try not to think of you
my eyes vision
only promotes your
smile, laugh, eyes

It replays
all your shining moments
through closed eyes
busy eyes
concentrated eyes

I try hard to distract
to disconnect
from the visual compromise
on levels that exceed my
commitment

Every cell in me
says no, move on
and then there you are...
within my reach
your invading my personal space

I don't remember what you asked
my mind is blank
you're touching me...
I'm lost, I'm yours,
will you marry me?

Upon us Fall

The transformations
are taking place
slowly, not every place...

A few leaves
here and there
a cold temperature
dipping every other night

You carry a jacket
lite and obscured
not willing to admit
openly Summer has passed
and Falls returned...

But into another week
we will be not in our bare feet
but falls clothes adorning us
preparing us for
winter's bleak.