Leaning into you

I guess I

Couldn't resist

I was tired

It was instinct

Can I really fight instinct

When it's leading me to you?

The soft flutter of butterfly wings against

My skin

I dream in feeling

Color in my own black-and-white mindscapes with emotion

It's never meaningless

I dream in feeling

Energies

It's true that how a person makes you feel

Turning the handle

Feels like mornings up too early

Stepping into the steam and heat

Warmth against the cold chilly mornings

Frost on the ground

Feels too early for colored leaves

Because they mean change