Like a vintage wine, oak smoked, barrel bound, lovingly left.
Stubbornly stuck, bedded in, quietly content,
My fault – I make too cosy a nest!
Like a present – giftwrapped
All lumps and bumps beneath the taut paper
Staring teasingly at me
I give you a squeeze to see what you are;
My patience test.
Who moans at slow broadband
At queues in supermarkets
At snail pace service.
Frustrated by waiting,
To hold all the cards and play them in my way.
Resigned to patience,
Forced into submission, at your tiny hands.
It seems I have been waiting for ever,
So familiar with your wriggle,
My hand instinctively at your side.
We play chase, although I have an unfair advantage now as you struggle for space.
And you’re imminent:
Time to unwrap,
Fetch the corkscrew!
Time to meet.
All scrunched up,
Demanding my attention.
Now ripe, ready, real and me
Skin to Skin,
Seeing you looking at me,
Me looking at you.
So much to learn about each other.
So much to learn.