Drawing circles in the grass with my toes   Watching you scan the spy map’s rows   Asking you for any number of things   You find them within and you give them to me   Now I’m in the kitchen whispering weird with the wine   You’re chopping the produce   It’s late afternoon and it’s right   Bring my camera when I’m anywhere with you to archive our day to remember what you do   There’s a photo of us in your place that night when you bit my neck and then you saved my life   Now I’m in the bedroom comparing our passport stamps   And you’re in the bedroom and those are our hands