November's Rush

Nothing compares to the rushOh what a rush it is that I receive
From looking
Just a look into those
Deep
Icy
Blues
My old, deep, icy blues
The rush of that gaze
Those deep, icy blues
Is much like stepping into
That profound, freezing, unknown water
On the first of a bitterly-
Cold, but sweetly warm
November
A rush yet so incomparable
To letting yourself go,
Completely
So willingly
It's
A rush, to let yourself go
A rush, to be wrapped
Within the icy blues
So scared, so vulnerable
To be consumed by the rush
To give yourself to another
Not knowing for just how long
You get to keep that gaze
That's the rush
That undeniable rush
One you'd die for
For the icy blue,
Rush