On a Tuesday

I saw you sitting by the bleachers
Lost in a world where everything is paper and ink and glue
On a Monday and you
Saw me drinking in lyrics by myself a few days after that
I first realised I liked you on a Friday
After you drove me home and we laid out in the rain
On the ground and it was warm but my arms raised with goosebumps
The grass hugged my shoulders and the moon kissed your face and everything was perfect
Our hands met on a Sunday
Strolling through the park 
Glissading past the geese and chortling with the doves
Our hips met on a Thurday
Homecoming sophmore year
Shellacked into dresses skin tight and drunk on shirley temples
Our lips met on a Tuesday