Leisure

I am learning you slowly,

Taking opportunities to map your curves and edges,

Every dimple, every scar

Reading your body like braille

Until I know you without sight or sound.

I am exploring you steadily, 

Wandering the halls of your memories,

All your joys and sorrows

Seeing the portraits you hang high in your gallery 

Statues frozen in your most vulnerable positions.

I am unhasty in my pursuit of you

That is not to say curiosity does not burn like a wildfire within me

Because it does – you do 

But I will take my time here,

For I think I’d like to stay for a while.