Begin, again

You and I were lovers from the

Beginning. Now, I’d say, we’re friends

Who fret and negotiate each other’s

Quotidian sinning. Now you know my

Favorite color’s the cologne you’ve

Dabbed on your throat, whereas before

You might’ve guessed blue. I think

Yours is purple and you wear your hands

Loose on the steering wheel because

You never question where you’re heading,

Unlike the night you let yourself follow

Me weaving figure 8s through all of Iowa,

A beginning. Does everything that ends

Start? Somewhere along the ocean of grain

The winds blew my scent to your tongue,

You stood up from the fingers grinding

Firestone to marble tomes, unclenched

The routine staying you sane and asked,

“Are you game for loving me, stranger?”

My heart answered you all days after

I am I am I am I am I am I am I am I am