A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

I sip this feeling, swirl
the novelty over my tongue until there is a faint coating
of joy on my palate. This tastes
of security and trust — it is no variation
on previous flavours. I’ve never
felt safe to wait, to sit in the unknown
with patience and faith
that I am loved and desired
and a request for a serious chat
does not spell breaking bad news.
Please, pour me more.