West Coast Girl
You are my west coast girl
And I am your east coast boy
You match my cannonball wit
With volleyed arrow retorts
With you I talk through movies I’ve never seen,
Our conversations will be my favourite scenes
When I’m lost you Hansel and Gretel me home
With your smell in my sweatshirts
and your bobby pins on my nightstand
You love me with commas
And not with asterisks
We save time by having ten different conversations
About nothing all at once
We’ll go anywhere not for the location
But for the escape
We use too many words for each other
And forget to save some for ourselves
We draft ourselves into each others wars
To escape the ones we have at home
You love me first with your thoughts
And then with your eyes
I love you first with my words
And then with my cooking
I give you stories
And you return with tales
You gift me ideas
And I return with poems
You are my summer girl
And I am your winter boy