It was an early morning
I believe it was late July
I promised you some pears
So we agreed
On a time
For you to stop by
This marked the first time
That I saw
The tattoo on your thigh
You were the blueberry
Dressed up
On Halloween night
That package of big red
It was
Just an excuse
I bought it
For some time
And a chance to talk to you
I do like
The taste of
Cinnamon gum
If you say cinnamon
I just think
Of your sweater
In the sun