bay holds your hand with the wind from San Francisco,
taking you up hill, to your favorite place, or places you can't really decide
where your first date should be,
bay asks you "where shall we go"
you say " oh, i don't know"
bay says "close your eyes"
I did and smelled the salty air, the santa clara county fair
the Ghirardelli chocolate squares,
the Boudin Bakery bread bears,
Oh those smells remind me of my ticket,
"we got to hurry our train will be here in a snippet"
Bay pushes me into the cart
And now we are stuffed into a BART
Bay gave me some goggles and I look out the window to start
We began at Embarcadero, that clock tower waving goodbye
We reach the Berryessa to the North
And there it is the flea market of sorts
Sweet and buttery conchas and beefy birra tacos
and Bacon wrapped hotdogs sizzling in the air
So much to buy, even fake hair
Bay buys me watermelon Fresca
To beat my accumulation of saliva
Music bumping, teens thrifting, armpits sweating
I feel a bit overwhelmed,
And my feet were throbbed,
Needed some air and bay saw that,
Bay saw I need some space,
Bay took my hand and before I knew it I was back home
I took my shoes and put on the desk my phone
Clicked on the tv, Leslie Sbrocco from check please
Bay Area ,
I flung myself on the couch and snuggled with bay

The only bae I need