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

More Okay

There was always a tiny moment

When I wasn’t sure how you actually

Felt about me.

It was the split second before

I saw your face

And before

You folded me up, deep into you.

Somehow that didn’t deter

The grand and delightful whispers of love.

I had felt so many things in my life

That I sometimes left you for a spell.

A sabbatical of the mind.

I couldn’t help the leaving,

And the absence wasn’t planned.

It was nice that you stayed put.

I was never really all that okay

But I was more okay with you.

I love my ability to feel

But if I could turn it off for a moment

Maybe I would finally sleep soundly since last I saw you.

Every sweeping memory takes me entirely

By surprise.

The flooding feelings don’t like to leave me be

And nothing cures them the way you do.

If you could do me a favor;

Come back.

I was never really all that okay

But I was more okay with you.