You touched me first,
under the moon,
you looked at me and said you liked what you saw
the shabby hair and un-permed
let it loose, you said
the freckles that badly decorated my face
my large hips and belly
you touched me first
by the river
you looked at me and said you liked what you saw
my scars,
my struggles the most.

I touched you first,
under the sun,
I looked at you and said I liked what I saw
the good and well cut dark hair,
I love it, I said,
the masculine face and the breathtaking cheek bone,
brown eyes,
I touched you first,
by the oak tree,
I looked at you and forced myself to like what I saw
perfection,
you didn't let anything slip,
not at all.

I laid bare,
under the moon and sun,
by the oak tree and the angry rivers,
on the grass before you,
and you gave me nothing, but a guarded heart.