I'M NOT SURE

An encounter in the woods where trust plays no part

I'm not sure about these fallen leaves
Golden brown
Crunching underfoot

I'm not sure about this frosty air
The steam blowing from my mouth
Red cheeks

I'm not sure about these trees
Gaunt, skeletal branches
Red robin singing

I'm not sure about this log
Fungi and woodlice
You

I'm not sure about you
Clear blue eyes
The windows are misted

I'm not sure about what you say
Long meaningless words
Sentences without meaning

I'm not sure about your smile
It stops below your eyes
But then the windows are misted

I'm not sure about your touch
Cold like your heart
Shut up and kiss me

Author's Note

Just intersted in opinions.