Many I loved before but somehow you come first.
I think it was your hands encircling my face
Made that night special.
Funny how touch of hand on face can be so good!
Maybe it was your calling me by name
Soft and endearingly,
And naming makes one feel alive and real.
Or was the secret my wet hair,
Wet from the cleansing shower we shared
Or newness of a splendid body newly seen,
Pressing on mine with joyful lustiness?
Or just the fact that you, you, you
The one so warm, alive, compelling broke the spell
Of crippling, ice-formed coldness in my womb,
So I found bliss at last.

(And afterwards you told me how you too
With undemanding giving from my heart
Freed you.)