It was only
when you cut the lights
and sat cross-legged on the bed,
facing me --

that your narrowed gaze
and fingers, laced in mine,

-- told more than your soft whispers ever could
of the man you were,
the man you are,
and the one you strive to be,

if only for me.

I hope my lips against yours
confirmed
you
are a great deal more than enough
to command my devotion.