First Date Vibes
I confess to you that this
is all I wanted for Christmas.
Cuddling in your Lincoln.
We joke about HR meetings
we know we won’t take it there.
You are too gentle
I’m a ball of nerves but
in my better days I’m trained
to be aggressive- a shell I leave
on the shelf as we listen to the
Penguins game on the radio.
Your fingers fit mine like a
lace glove. Not overtight and
stretching like I always wondered
if they would.
For the first time in three years
I’m content. My comfort zone
expands around you.
Right now, I’m not thinking about:
meeting a dozen of your friends.
Hiding stares from the boss.
How your work wife will handle
you leaving without her when I take
my last break- the secret meeting.
I’m thinking about how your arms
feel like home. How holding your
hand feels like I’m, for once,
exactly where I need to be.
