i found you in the corner of the city
and romanticized the idea in my head.
you were kind of like the color orange.
you didn't match anything,
and i couldn't work you into poetic rhymes.
however, my ears, got to know your words.
they liked the way you said your numbers,
and how your vowels were all mixed up.

we made love in the center of the city.
under streetlights, in the pocket of a coat,
on buildings and under chairs.

sex saints and lover bites.
we are bliss.