Satisfaction In An Afternoon

Just as much as the paper oaks layer and fall back on shuffling feet to crisp up the air of the grayest of days leaving the feeling of winter complete this is how much I am yearning for you stringing my nights with burnt fire flies completing my breathing with thoughts of your own blown transient and electrified Wrapping this scarf of desire much tighter knotting the noose in my stride Shuffling my feet without purpose or fire miserable winter inside Stingy of skin to the chill in the air Hear you at every turn Paper oaks wanting a reason to blow their leaves off this infinite yearn.