I’m shy sometimes
but you’re not when it comes to me.
my gift to you, poems
about us
vulnerability and the way
your body feels against mine–
I felt bold writing them
and small when I handed them to you.
but when you read them, you are
crying, the good kind of cry
and just wanted to hold me
as you read
the last few words
and then
I didn’t feel so shy after all.
– 2/14