Friday evening
dinner and small talk
blue eyes staring into my soul
nervous and shy
finally letting myself
fall
into
love

Friday night
in her room
holding her close
talking talking talking
of pasts, futures, present
of loves, fears, hopes, dreams
laughing, crying
listening to each others silences
falling asleep

Saturday morning
lying next to her
still in our dinner clothes
closer to her than anyone
sharing more in such a brief time
never wanting to leave
lean over, kiss her cheek
welcome her to
Saturday morning