I wait all year for October - anticipating the chill of her long bony fingers, and cold stare... anticipating her grapling my limbs... my feet, bare, as I walk through the fallen leaves in the park. I watch as my breath floats like fragments of cloud rising to join the others...
I wait for you. Barefoot on a childs abandoned swing... in a forgotten area of town. Swinging high - to the sky - trying to catch my breath... but you keep snatching it from me. I feel the her cold embrace and hear her music whistle past my ears, my hands red, cold clutching the chains as I swing higher and higher - wishing I could let go.
But I can\'t.
I don\'t want to.
I love being held in her cold embrace, and that giddy feeling in my stomach...
That\'s love that is.