I love you for your puzzle piece body,
and your compass round edges
that we use to position ourselves into unknown spaces
that never used to fit.
You and I have painted ourselves into a messy panorama
Using the colours of your explorer’s eyes,
my embarrassed freckles -
And those loose eyelashes that we blow from our fingers,
Each carrying delicate china promises
we have grown used to watching shatter.
Our colours form a messy pattern on this jumper
That I had used to hide myself from mountain ranger hands
Belonging to unfamiliar explorers of the past.
They searched this woolly exterior to find a summit
That you found was not atop a mountain range
or beneath a treasure trove bra,
But rather hidden inside loosely fitted jeans
And sarcastic jokes and a fear of commitment
Towards strangers that could leave as easily as a lost eyelash
misplaced on an innocent wind of, ”I love you.”
I will show you that I love you back
By painting a map into my dead man’s land eyes
In the hope that you will keep discovering,
Because I have learnt that this over sized jumper
has the space for another –
your searching body
that wraps around me,
like a puzzle piece that can fit into the spaces
I have yet to discover.
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