Last night I dreamt of a stranger... of my man. Only with him could I be alone, open up to him, wholly open, wholly for him. Welcome him wholly into me. Surround him with the labyrinth of shared happiness. I know... it's you!
I barely know you. I don't know your dad's first name, I don't know if you ever wore braces, or contacts, or glasses... But I do know the curves of your face. And I know every fleck of gold in your eyes.