the question

the question you asked me this morning
was "does it make you happy?"
and i told you "yes" without thinking
so we tumbled down the grassy slope
arms and legs tangled together in knots
stuck all day in a ticklish mess
i got hair in my mouth
you got burns on your elbows
and we both itched from bugs
we both lamented our grass stains
i started to panic uncontrollably
from my fear of heights, of falling
you said "don't worry, we hit bottom"
and started to get up to do it again
i grabbed your ankle and didn't let go
because it was starting to get dark
but i made the fatal mistake of blinking

so i said "i'll wait for you here"
as you tumbled down once more
kicking me in the chest this time