True Things

 It’s just been- 

(I tell you true things with the big light on) 

I don’t know, I guess-

(Lips pressed close to your temple) 

We’ve just been-

(Eye to eye, unflinching. How strange it is not to shrink and hide away) 

It’s not really-

(Fingertips trace over skin, this, this was made for me)

It’s just really nice.

(Here is a place to settle in, here there is shelter)