Because!

You are home as I know it
Of course so clichéd
I never described it
The answer left unsaid

The home out on the plains, as the sun slowly sets
Mother on the porch, calling the children home
Supper time, the triangle calls...
And the warm of her apron as she's being hugged
This is the love that you remind me of...

Wet cold and nasty you welcomed me in
Apparently then the commotion began to begin
Though disenfranchised when the shirt didn't go
We played a bit longer, me not forgetting my role

I was waiting to offer, but you seemed quite bothered
Glad that I did eventually take the role of the father
Still, your act was much better, and hotter than mine
(That might be fun to try again sometime?)

Again the norm was turned on its head
With my back to the ceiling while yours to the bed
Or I suppose that is normal, I'd just gotten used to
The special way we do the things we do

Regardless of schematics (for those really don't matter)
We continued to partake of the not so idle chatter
You with remarks so smooth and so fine
That I can't quite recall if I butchered my lines...

(I forgot to mention, now it seems two times in a row
How gorgeous you are, and that you surely must know...)

Anyway now one thing comes to mind
Opening my eyes finding yours locked on mine
And not so much the stare, as a loving glance
That was held longer and true, a touch of romance

Finally stories were told
(One fairly bold)
At least in consistency
and the length to unfold

I mentioned I know the progress of events
From warm to cold and wash to rinse
But I didn't say what I did while I waited enthralled
A dancing fool awaited your call

Yes I admit it, though a dance quite my own
From influences broad and skill levels unknown
Prancing to lounge and slow melodic pulses
A quiet Shiva performed his own dervishes

A rite to his beloved, the one he so adores
(Even if their music tastes don't always conform)
So he lost his cool, and ended up fairly mean
In dissing the cheesy music chosen by the queen

And one hunger sated, another arose
He quite enjoying the spot that they chose
Though not ordering much, for lack of return fee
He savored his portion, quite mindfully

(And remembering his antics that seemed so amusing
He watched intently for etiquette he was abusing)

Forgetting the last word left unscrambled
Unlike all eggs at the restaurant were handled
Lacking the final piece of the puzzle
Though the rest came easily and without much struggle

After giving in to sin; pointing to laugh at friends
The time spent post trauma was a lovely way to end
Dress up occurring, but in a way fairly measured
(After that hat things could only get better... )

And so left the gift, part hidden part unopened
One half discovered and the other coming undone
So here is the completion of my ying to your yang
(Roles reversed as they should be though all fun and games)

So here is your present
And the better half wins out
As the evening's darkness is all cleared out

The light of loves glow casts a wonderful hue
Leaving me struck with everything you do
So now that I can finally see
You really meant what you said to me...

Thanks for the evening
And I meant it too,
It was wonderful
getting to know a new you...