I love you and I’m afraid
of the wild, aloof, hollow part of me that wouldn’t yield
unexpected, unexpectedly like layers of frost in a summer’s field
If you were the sun wouldn’t you wonder
“Do I not shine properly, completely?”

I love you and I’m afraid
of the gray, rocky, silent corner of me that doesn’t need
unexpected, unexpectedly like the sight of a ghost in the night’s warm bleed
If you were darkness wouldn’t you wonder
“Do I not bedim properly, completely?”

I love you and I’m afraid
of the sinuous, slippery, cracking part of me that wouldn’t rein in
expected, expectedly like fuel hours lost in the clock’s stern reign
If you were time wouldn’t you wonder
“Do I betray properly, completely?”