Comforting, warm, funny, sweet, a little wicked,
smart, witty, solid, real, careful, mindful, my kind.
Yeah, that’s my man. That smile, that laugh,
the frown in focus, the sadness, shoulders, hands,
all of it in their pieces good, but in this whole
he is himself, someone strong, shouldering
so much so soon, and unafraid to truth,
to honesty, and his is the voice I crave
the last at night and the first in the morning,
that long, sweet smile that melts something in me,
a slow unthawing, and balming, slowly,
all our hurts, one long touch at a time,
and the wrap of his arms is home again.