How did it come to this?

From a stranger I watched intently
on crowded floors I wasn't invited to
to now breathing deeply beside me. 
He has become the ingredient of my life 
I forgot that I needed. 

I was content to admire his embrace
and mystery from afar
from the edges
from the shadows.
It was enough to touch his dark brow
with my eyes
with my heart.
It was enough that he was in the room.
I watched without moving
to steady my internal alarms.

But I got brave one day and asked: enseiñas ?
Only to lead like his musical simplicity and playfulness,
To emulate an embrace that purrs,
Help me to integrate his ways
and take back a little of him 
into my dance for the long days
that await me up north.
Attention to my heels, to my knees, to my pelvis
mate and media lunas
have come to this
somehow. 
Somehow.

He reaches for me now
and curls up
ear to my belly
trusting hand on my hip.
Totally relaxed.
The rippled hand I watched intently
as it held the hands
of queens
and curious fairies
yet found safe harbour
in me,
choosing to return
to me
again
somehow.

Long lashes
long fingers
long pauses
while tango seeps
and soars through our pores. 

I imprint this fleeting time
of blurred days to nights
suspended in a kind of 
elevated sky world
of clouded boundaries
between he
and I.
English
French 
Spanish.
Here to
there, 
in
out
my side
his side
absence
presence. 
How did it come to this?