The Drop

It comes in waves,
This turn of the season

Light becomes dark,
Warmth becomes a chill

From your fingertips inwards,
The grey cold seeps

And then it drops,
The sledgehammer,
Melancholy

Seduction

When I saw her first, she looked like a woman,
Worn and a bit weathered,
But also alive,
That spark of madness twinkling in her eye

Gallivanting through the city,
She splashed her stories and colour and mirth everywhere,
Scary, infectious and seductive

As the sun went down,
The evening enveloped us,
A nip in the air,
And music that stirs from within

In a haze of peppermint smoke,
Smiles of wonder were exchanged,
We marveled at this, a comfort in the unknown,
Scary, infectious and seductive

As the layers started peeling away,
The woman suddenly turned into a girl,
Shy, innocent and afraid,
But also alive,
That spark of adventure twinkling in her eye

"I like being here" he said,
Feeling the warmth of her skin on his,
And she just moaned a smile in reply,
Scary, infectious and seductive