Nick's tongue is in my mouth.
And for a split-second the world
Isn't revolving.
All I can feel is the cool October wind
Stinging us with its earthy, cider scent.

A thousand leaves
Exploding red, burning orange and yellow
Flutter around in my stomach.
As the trees shed above us,
Teasing my thoughts with their nakedness
As his fingers wrap around mine.

I watch his orange-laced sneakers
Pounding against the uneven pavement
Carelessly, unnoticing
As I meticulously avoid stepping on the cracks,
Making futile attempts to slow our pace
As he bounds ahead.
Caring little about the red, orange and yellow leaves
He crushes so beautifully
Beneath his feet.