Now This Here's the Introduction

It’s 1:30 AM,

And I can see your fingerprints

All over the inside of my skull.

It’s a jumble of Sushi dates

And awkward movie nights.

There’s a small corner with your listening smile—

You wore it out

Right in the center is our time

Spent on your couch.

Where we learned to find the right moment.

Twirling around the edges we have

Ice cream

&

Pie shakes

&

Long talks

&

Lipstick marks

&

Friendships

&

Books

&

Your inability to contact me.

Remember when you got jealous?

And I was still special?

Didn’t think so.

Me neither.

On the top is a big mixture of

Purple lipstick on your reluctant mouth

And music from a different time.

Your hands hardly left my body.

The bulk of the bottom

Consists of a blanket on my floor.

Picnics at night and

You talking about your dreams.

And our stargazing—

You saw shooting stars on the ceiling,

So of course I did too.

There’s a strand of twinkly lights

Wrapped around every word.

“No one’s ever done anything like this for me before”

How could I ever forget that night?

And in the end, right at the heart of it,

The smallest box, is no box,

But a book.

Because I am the tame fox,

And at least I have the color of the wheat fields—

At least I have the color of the wheat fields