Chocolates ,warmth,love
The first time I walked with a girl I was nine,
Cold and weighted down,
With a backpack full of books
June,my feet freezing in my shoes,
My breath producing steamy frost ahead of me,
Then disappearing.I walked toward her house,
The one ever quiet with many trees,
A dog barked at me until she came out
Hands in gloves and woven marvin on the head, I smiled, touched her shoulder and led her down the street, across a green park and a garage, until we were facing an old candy shop, we entered, I turned to the sweets ,colored and boring,
I asked her what she wanted-
Light in her eyes, a smile split across her face,
I fingered a penny in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate, I didn't say anything.I took the penny and a different flavor, and placed them squarely on the table,
When I looked up, the girl's eye met mine, and she held them,
Knowing very well what it was about,
Warmth,
Outside, a few cars hissing past,
I unwrapped mine fast and shared a bite
Fog hanging low in the trees,
Warmth spreading in my veins,
I held my girl's hand in mine