you're like fall in my hair.
when the air smells of cinnamon
and the leaves crackle like dry skin.
i love the way your season's change is so slight.
i want your fourth of july in my mouth,
and christmas placed protectively on my back.
you're like the summer mist in the morning.
drifting off the waves
and slowly rolling over me.
i love the way you drift out with the horizon.
i want your spring in my step.
and your new years kiss every day.