That night when we sat on your parents' couch
And you cupped my face in your hand and - gently -
Bit! my! nose!
That night
I had no idea
That nineteen years later
I would lie awake
Unable to sleep for the dearness of you
Utterly in love with the
Kind and generous and steady
And hardworking and patient and quiet
Man you are.
All I knew
Was that I felt safe
And wanted
And that I couldn't wait for each night to end
So I could wake up and be with you.
