Lemonade

I considered agreeing with you on a certain memory uncompromised by the two of us for certain; it would have inspired something out of us - the numb.
So obviously unbalanced and excessive
I squeezed two whole lemons, added 8 tablespoons of sugar and put it in a gallon of water.
I called it lemonade
You called it sour
Or my sun-lit-salt-smelling-sex
You said was "a way to wake up"
Or the joke you explained
That I said, "I got it-but it's just not funny"
I wish I could have inspired a poet in you
But you only said, "can you put your shoes away?"

My shoes in the living room
Planted, for you to trip over
So that I can climb you
Bite into your skin
Find some poetry.