I know of your love for me

like razors in warm wind

it comes fast without pretense

washing me

cleansing me

                  and

stripping the flesh from my bones

till I stand open

naked and unashamed

because you know it all

 

freedom can be an empty glass

waiting in anticipation

for

drop

and

drop

and

drop

 

but my love

is mist at twilight

and

red sails in the morn

inconstant and dangerous

my love is a complicated thing

 

so thanks to you for yours

may your simplicity

unwind this gordian heart.