You were both so excited
trying to hide your smiles
but I told you it was okay, I was thrilled too.
You, with your porcelain skin
And you, with your quick wit
It was kind of like some French art film
We all agreed
And the fog meant that we couldn’t see the statue of liberty out of the tall loft windows past the art hanging from the ceiling
but we knew that it was there
You told me I was beautiful
And you were rough in all the correct ways
And the next day I drove And You home