The air is bitter cold,

and when the chills run through

her, she pulls the hood over

long tangled hair, and slips

her hand into his.

They're leaning on his

dirty red car, like rust bleeding

into autumn leaves

and when the first frost falls,

she exhales and traces hearts

on the windows.

He finishes his cigarette first

and she frowns at him playfully.

As his lips slide into

a slow grin, she blows the

smoke into his face, laughing

with all the innocence he wants.



As her cherry fades out and

her numbing fingers drop

it to the asphalt, his strong

arms pull her into him and

their lips touch quickly

and as her hood falls down,

she twists away and walks home.