Love Made New

I will not forget last night.
Not just because
you stood waiting,
quiet-loud,
                     in that
varicolored, woven
                    (what was
that?) shirt or because
                  our smiles
                          met
before our bodies did
      or because when
my words
      wandered wildly,
you not only listened,
but declared that you
had missed
       my periphrastic
             prattle.
Not just because
   of the love made new
   or your hand on my
thigh on the ride home-
      home!
But because
you have given me
my voice back.
Because
our lines together
form a prayer,
                     and because
with you,
   I don't need to speak.