The touch of a mother is always remembered

They call it skin to skin , and that shows the affection

Though what I remember when in cool nights of December

Was the floor that gave me all its attention

Call me crazy for liking the scorching sensation

Of scraping my knees on the old neighborhood black top

But when I reminisce on the time and duration

2:15 on a Friday night was the occasion and location of the sensation that I could not stop

Your first step, and your first fall

The floor is a paradigm

It catches you and but doesn't cushion it at all

The floor is truely sublime