he undresses my mind first and
takes his time handling my heart
he brings me flowers in the evening
and coffee in the morning
and asks for nothing in return except for
He doesn’t gift crumbs.
He doesn’t gift silences.
He shows up and opens doors
and looks at me as if he could see
His touches are both fire and warmth
and his mouth speaks to me in a different tongue
I’ve always known but never quite
He is not from around here
but he’s quickly starting to feel