hot and cold swirl

early tonight:
hurrying home
all senses hightened so
up to nearby pain;
all senses nearly lost
up to the brink of madness

fall is here to greet me
with brisk kisses of chill
and abundant colors

I see orange
and I think of you

I feel the nip
and I think of us

where hot meets cold
and yet, nothing is lukewarm