This autumn of love,
Unexpected and bizarre,
Barefoot, I was born.

Fleeting, knee deep world,
Three degrees of difference,
You jabbed me right in.

Am I your dagger?
Your little love sheath of hope?
Wrapped around your waist?

You slip past me,
Silence feels like a penny,
Cold and distasteful.

This spring of love,
Still undecided for us,
The ice longs to break.