she sat there on her knees
cradling the orange orb
in her lap, deftly cutting and carving
curves and lines,
intersecting, connecting, creating
the pumpkin’s grin
and it sat there glowing
its tiny flame growing
and under the watchful gaze
we fell into each other:
fingers and hands and
toes and arms
and lips and
I embraced her tightly
beheld by only
the pumpkin’s grin
the night began to wane
and she held me
in her eyes
and released me into the
crisp autumnal air
filling me
and inspiring me
and before I knew it
I happily bore
the pumpkin’s grin
