I want to be with you

I want to be with you behind the scenes,
before coffee, before the sun,
when your hair is a fright and your skin is still dented by the mattress seam.
I want to touch you then,
when you’re prickly and unshaven,
when you’re half dressed, or less,
when you’re unmade and distracted and every bit yourself.
I want to see you getting yourself ready for others.
I want to live in that place.
I want to be with you, behind the scenes, knowing I’m not one of the others.

Peregrine