First time we spoke, it’s about a book of poems

Before we speak of anything else here’s our book

So that forever we speak through distances and time

First time we shared, it’s in a room in New Mak

Before we go anywhere else here’s our room

So that forever we rest, through unburdening talk

And opening hearts, warm, and tightening embraces

Unjudging ears, critical, and unflattering tongues

We shared 227 moments, some lighter than others

First time we stole, it’s in search of Farm

So that forever we’re locked in green memories

As before we stole kisses, we strayed you in my arms.

©Tien Moses