I fear my fear as I lay next to you, and
A slip of my hand, over your tummy, slides through.
Their bodies unfamiliar, yet
There is confidence between the two.
And I try to grip you tighter,
More so, to ease myself than you.
With every flicker the dawn grew brighter,
And that meant we’re getting up too.
Yet I try to imitate and hesitate, to
Convince myself that morning is still a distant view;
And I fear, indulging myself in you
I’d lose my way getting back too.
What lies between this timidness and affection
Seldom crave an answer for simplification.
I shelter cold morning dew,
In hopes I haven’t disheartened you.
The morning breaks in gullible hesitation
And you smile.., denounces all apprehension.