Papers spread out in front of us,
calenders of days waiting to happen,
waiting to be present tense
only to become past tense.
Numbers that tripped over my tongue and down my spine
while you watched,
amused by how particular I was.
When 6/5 rolled off my tongue,
I grinned,
the numbers spreading out and taking flight,
blue and yellow and white,
the feeling of a perfect summer day.
You smiled,
that bright eyed,
face consuming smile
that warmed the center of my being
and brought our fingers together.
June 6th,
we whispered back and forth
when the nights were long
and our hearts full,
smiling and breathless
with the belief and anticipation
of faith and innocence.
Autumn Unleashed 