There you are:

Sitting, uncurled

As Curiosity feeds

Your wide brown-eyed gaze

Did I un-ruffle you?

I got lost in your maze…

 

Those were the days:

Watching your Spanish waves

Unfurl upon the broad

Of your shoulders

A beach of dappled skin

Stretched out before me;

Sun-kissed with freckles

By the sun’s bright rays

And my own tender-meaning lips

 

Softer still, and still unravelling

My love for you like a lock of your hair

Wrapped around your finger twirling

Unties and unbinds itself from ‘truth’

Instead I tied myself to you…

 

My body: the work of your interpretation

Translating truth into fiction

And back again