Nice to Meet You

A Poem

You walk in, eyes like diamonds.

Then you come close — closer than you should be.

Playing with my hair at first, you could tell

I was getting anxious already.

Can you blame me? Your capabilities

Have been proven in past meets.

Soft, cold lips meet my forehead.

“You’re going to be fine,” you say.

“I won’t hurt you.” Foolishly, I believe you.

Your voice could calm a hurricane.

I never thought you could do this.

I’m saying hello to a new you.