i.
I met you in a cornfield.
You were looking for your God.
I was thinking of how things sprout
standing in a mound of seedpods.
ii.
You said, Look at all these colors.
Have you seen a month like this?
I looked at the dogwood flowers
and thought of things I'd miss.
iii.
You said, Everything is changing
but I've never wanted more.
I heard you say, I'm leaving.
Then it began to pour.
iv.
I said, It's just like autumn
to be showing up like this,
filled with oreos and jugs of tea.
Then we began to kiss.
v.
We were wrapped in coats of feathers
making angels in the snow.
You licked frost from off my eyelids.
Then I began to know.
vi.
I said, Look at the sunrise.
See the boldness in its arms.
The people that it touches
it disarms.
vii.
My words were like an airborne stone.
They left your windows shattered.
I called myself a twelve-year-old.
You said, That's never mattered.
viii.
I woke up in a hammock.
You were breathing at my side.
I felt you hold me firmly.
My hands were open wide.
