Criminal Minds* was your favorite and I guessed
chase scenes and FBI agents held its appeal,
but you said what you really loved
was how I buried my head in your chest
at the first sight of blood,
and hid my whole body behind yours
when the masked man appeared,
squeezing you tighter than that little girl
who fell in love with you at the park,
until the credits rolled and I crawled off the bed
declaring I wasn’t even afraid—
a detail I forgot until
the last time we fought
and you complained
in eight whole months
you’d only seen me vulnerable once.