Your bear

On my tiptoes I arrived 

and I laid next to you 

in your cave at night. 

Slowly I breathed 

and started dreaming

of you with me. 

We were dancing 

and you were laughing

at a joke I told, 

then you stopped 

and finally realized 

you were in love. 

That's when I smiled 

and you asked what for 

but I knew not to poke 

a bear that just woke.  

Mar Fresno