She was the kind of girl you could pay to pet-sit and she would not snoop your drawers. 

He was the kind of boy who would flirt gently, tipsily, with moms and grandmas at weddings. 

She was the kind of girl who would whisper, “Sorry,” when she body-checked you in rugby. 

He was the kind of boy who could be trusted with detailed lists at the grocery store. 

She was the kind of gel who could swoop your hair into architecturally interesting shapes. 

He was the kind of buoy who would ignore reefs and storms, smash your ship against the rocks. 

She was the kind of grrrr who would wait to announce—by the time you heard, it was too late. 

He was the kind of bot to hog all the juice from your charging station, leave you drained. 

She was the kind of grill you could crowd burgers on, veggie and meat nestled close on flame. 

He was the kind of buy you would not regret—flash sale, quality brands, tell all your friends 

She was the kind of gale that would take out your windows, upturn ancient trees and small cars 

He was a bay breeze, she was a disco grind, she liked to drink him, he liked to dip her, there was a quick draw, then came the rockets, they liked red berries, they liked to smear them, those ones are poisonous, no one remembered, hunger was plumbless, we ate until bursting, we ate until bursting weateuntilbursting