I looked at all your old photographs
Went back enough in time to see what I could discover
I must admit I have been looking for bones
Some ****** rags
I pose for pictures
You text me on the phone
We respond and light fires in such a vast
Tropical concrete field
And I worry I'm too little
Too young
What if I haven't lived enough
As we seep our sushi in soy sauce
You can't eat much dairy
But have me order dessert anyway
The way your lips with gentle command
Urge mine to open
Close
And spread again
With experience
With a new kind of love.

You called me babe twice today on the phone
As you help push me out the door
And into the world I chip away at
With a hammer and
A chainsaw slung on my back
You place your hands over mine
Not to make me forget
But to give the compassion
And care.

Its about that time
About that time to give it a chance again
"AIGHT WELL HERE WE ARE"
I'll never forget that text
And how it made my heart leap
The hostess kept referring to us as
"okay you two"
Twinkle twinkle twinkle
And I didn't even know
If you wanted to touch my hand.

I watched with careful quiet eyes
As you taped and boxed up my past
Gave advice on how to organize
Laughed with me at old trinkets
Urged me to take your nicer cheese grater
Advised on where to take my dad for dinner
Ended the night by looking back more
Than once
At me
As you left the door.

I felt so skeptical today
'Cuz you really might could be
It.

And I know I've said it before
With lemon chops or goose laid eggs
My love poetry is the best
But theres no real fear in this
No scrutiny or the need to hang so tightly on
I feared losing my cell phone
Because I knew those boys would so soon be gone.
You give real wisdom instead of fulfill with fake words
Or cynical sweet nothings
When I feel dismissed or young
Because you invest
And I think I could too.