To the man I’ve yet to meet….
There are some things I want to know
about you, dear
not all at once, unless of course,
your comfort takes you there
I am ok with letting these things
reveal themselves one by one
like fallen leaves that arrive with the wind
Or perhaps they are best discovered
peeled away one by one,
like the thin layers of an onion
sometimes they make us cry
and sometimes we just hold our breath and go with it.
Or would you prefer to reveal them
by the light of the moon
as we sat wrapped in blankets on the beach
the waves lapping at our feet
as we shared a glass of wine?
Some things are best revealed in the safe confines
of a room warmed by a raging fire
I have no agenda, no timeline,dear
just questions, from my heart to yours
it’s all part of the process
of becoming
fully present and invested
in “us”
