"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."