I remember the can of corn,
it exploded in the fire,
hot kernels whistled past our ears.
We laughed so hard,
both of us peed in our pants,
rolled about
like drunken sailors.

We counted the stars
through the tiny
corn-holes in our tent,
I still remember
the steam of your breath,
licorice & nicotine,
you blew my mind
to smithereens.

O girl, it was
a time of real romance,
when stupid things
that were really nothing
meant oh so much.
Jesus, I miss your touch...