Excitement left,
slipping out the backdoor
when I wasn't looking,
leaving the storm door ajar
and my face pressed against the glass.
Thrilling warmth
falls in a puddle at my feet,
leaking into the air-conditioning,
cooling my mind
and my head.
slipping out the backdoor
when I wasn't looking,
leaving the storm door ajar
and my face pressed against the glass.
Thrilling warmth
falls in a puddle at my feet,
leaking into the air-conditioning,
cooling my mind
and my head.