Third Base Line

At first kiss we stumbled in the streets. 
I wanted it earlier, on the third base line 
that day we saw the O's. 
You were scared by every foul 
and talking of museums. 
We wanted to fuck.
I hate to admit it seems like a long time ago-- 
the stadium quiet and empty of children. 
The moon filling my hands 
and the night exploding me your kiss. 
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I am a man of meaningless detail. 
My life is small. See, my hand is full of stars.

But you 
you had god in you.