Along the fine edge of your body,
I am too often
about to fall
into the shade
that is neither one of us.
There are things
I don’t want to know about you.
You are ugly
somewhere; a birthmark,
or some scar that requires a story.
I’m scared that maybe,
when we are bored with each other,
you won’t leave,
and I’ll be forced to carry your ugliness [...]
