Don't worry, this isn't poetry

It began with a phone message.
But I was digging in the ground, there was a patch
of mud on my leg (dirt mixed with sweat)
when he called back and I said yes
to blindness.
I left the other and showered
brushing hair - he is here
who
your date
and I ran up two stairs
walked the next one
ran up three steps and walked the last four.
Wow.
He has shoulders.
They couldn't find a sitter
so she rode between us in her seat.
She ate my date's finger.
She held my date's hand.
Can I have some?
Croquet is much more fun if you
cheat.
Soccer feet.
Sincerity.

We played.
Laughed and they were laughing at us
too.
And then he tried to remember how to get back
as he drove me home.
And we played outside.
Cold grass and warm air.
I wanted it before it was time.
Tease.
Trust.
Finally.