Come before daybreak
There are too many people here
people who don't know me
and don't know you
They have asked me a dozen times
in a million insinuated ways
"When are you getting married
"When will you commit for the rest of your life?
"When will you join yourself to something
bigger than yourself
and see it through to the end?"
they can't see the ring on my finger
nor the lock on my heart
They don't know that I am yours
as you are mine
Come kiss me in the sight of all my critics
Hold my hand in the midst of the gossips
and the mother-hens
and the busybodies too busy knowing
to know this body
they don't know us
but come quickly
lest I tell them as much.