It's a simple day outside

Take leaps? Leap and the net will appear. She lures me in my waking dreams, sweeps by in a flood of others. Sometimes I can't breathe when she moves her glance away from me, sometimes I can't jump over my tangled metaphorical tongue when she laughs and smiles and grabs my forearm as I pass. Technicalities, formalities. Overused. I ripped her format to pieces and I never know what to say. She's turned me into a masochist and I've not once complained.