I lay beside her at night

while she lays sound asleep,

I can hear her breathing

curled up in my arms,

her small gentle fingers

locked in mine.

She is perfectly silent

and so I listened,

I, who had waited

for this to happen,

had waited

long enough.

But is it too much

to ask?

Is it possible to be

without desire

as a man?

She slowly turned,

and opened her eyes,

our eyes locked,

and in that moment,

I saw what she longed,

and in her brown eyes I could see

that action wasn't necessary.

I was seeing

love.

I knew

desire no longer mattered,

for in that moment,

I saw, that she

too, desired

nothing more.