the way
she talks
the way
she walks
and puts her makeup
or wears perfumes
and handles broom
in landings
or in takeoffs
I barely say
my thoughts still sway
between her
moves
and actions
what might be groomed
and what
assumed
to be consumed
in fractions
she studies
steps
the length
with depth
all backups
and bypasses
she likes
to dance
be on the fence
and look du jour
in glasses
she is my world
not hot
nor cold
with altitude
to catch up
with skipping
beats
and planting
seeds
of something
sweet
and sketchy
but when she leaves
like autumn leaves
I lose my fight with worries
oh Christmas spell
oh jingle bell
bring glee
for her
love story
14 December, 2018