naked when I met you

Goddamn,
my lover,
I will never shut up about you.

I remember how tentative I was
before you ever touched me
with that fine fucking freedom.
Parking like a sucker in one of the pay lots
and following a brick wall
to the coffee shop you mentioned -
"I'm here," I said -
in a minute, then, you poked your head
from a door
hiding in the café's shadow
already naked
so easily displaying
you -
cute little ass
leading me to the hot tub

This was November

the gray in your beard
like you spilled a little ash there

I wanted to cozy your life
as soon as I started
singing the best of Cabaret
and you didn't abandon me after the chorus
but came along
for the whole song,
Mein Herr - in tune! -

your freedom, honey.
fucking teeming.

that was my first Molly
I almost dove into the graves
at the bottom of the swimming pool
Almost danced down that spiral staircase
Almost touched the fire we fucked next to
And definitely stumbled.

Half a year of my stumbling
Over words and broken streets
so much in love with you
I cannot hold it gracefully.

It takes my everything.
and love, love,
last night
I tried to apologize for my youth again,
the rickety shyness
only time will take away
and you just laughed,
told me I overthink.

I do
and I will.
But I saw love fill up your eyes
for the first time last night.
 I own no more worry.