Once
In a candy corn-induced sugar mania
On the eve of Halloween
Sometime in the late nineties
I asked you to lie on the roof with me
And you agreed
And you didn’t seem to mind when I brushed my hand against yours
And so I thought it appropriate to scoot closer
On the roof
And say I was cold
Though I wasn’t
I was sweating
Because of the closeness
And
Mostly
The candy corn

And we both jumped
When we heard kids below us
Begging for candy
And I yelled
From the roof
That there was no candy
And
That there was no hope left in the world
And you slapped me
The way you used to do
When I said things like
There is no hope left in the world
And you said I ate too much candy
And I said you were beautiful
And you said to stop it
And I said you shouldn’t lie on the roof with people if you can’t take their flirtatious comments seriously
And you said good point
And I asked if you wanted to make out
And you said only if we could do it wearing candy lips
And I took them from my pocket and placed them on your face