With Lindsey In Oregon

It seems random
to some
I'm sure...

a few days dancing
(from website to website)
then we met

first typing words
like kindling
thrown on a fire

we knew
within hours
plans grew

I drove all night
just to meet her
in the cold street

bare necked and
bare branched
in Portland

our smiles
warmer than fur
that morning

we crossed
out the gray
with our arms

humming from
under our skin
our new song