Stories of love, saying a partner fits like a- mitten, a tight one at that, you know how when you put something on that's too small, the only thing you can think about is getting it off? Loving the wrong person might be like that, I'm not sure though, not my area of expertise. But its something to think about if you will.
The last time I kissed your mouth you still lived in the mitten with your heart in our town my hand was still mixed in with yours we laid on grass that had been a family of geeses' bathroom mosquitos ate us alive and fountains spit water up in the air until gravity pulled it back down your cookie dough ice cream melted all over your hand I ran to go get more napkins we drove to our special place the back of your car was like a home 2000s pop radio played a strange mix of r&b; and pop and I poured myself all over you again and again and again until the clock struck 10:30 I cried when I said goodbye and you cried all the way home. You may not always be in the mitten but your heart will always be in my hand.