I haven't met someone I wanted to be vulnerable to around, really ever.

The intimacy always snuck up on me with quiet and calculated missteps,
or I forced it in.
I never did it right I never took it slow.

But the fact that the only place your hand has ever been is on the top of my thigh, resting carefully palm open, trying to reflect no meaning--
I feel safe.
I hope someday you get to love me,

because for the first time I feel safe to let you