Our First Date
the softness she had in her eyes
was the giveaway.
she reveled her innocence to me
& I had felt a rush of compassion
fill my heart.
all I wanted to do was hold her.
her wounds were left open
- unhealed, untouched -
ready to be kissed.
so I had imagined I kissed her welts
and I had imagined I held her close
and I had imagined it was only us
the way that that woman had pierced
her eyes at me, told me that she had
felt my existence feel for hers -
& all she ever wanted was
to be was heard.
& all I wanted was her to be heard.
her. me. love. life. time. existence.
& that cup that sat between us,
filled with water -
on our first date -
our first date was the only confirmation I needed to know that she deserves the tenderness that she so openly gives