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