The Question

Love, a question

has destroyed you.

I have come back to you

from thorny uncertainty.

I want you straight as

the sword or the road.

But you insist

on keeping a nook

of shadow that I do not want.

My love,

understand me,

I love all of you,

from eyes to feet, to toenails,

inside,

all the brightness, which you kept.

It is I, my love,

who knocks at your door.

It is not the ghost, it is not

the one who once stopped

at your window.

I knock down the door:

I enter your life:

I come to live in your soul:

you cannot cope with me.

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