Whittle my driftwood heart, my love, until
There’s nothing
left except what pleases you.
Shatter my soul—let its wild tongue be still
And never speak
until you tell it to.
Corner my fears onto a cliff, then shove
Them off and watch
them vanish in the rain.
Melt the cold iron of my armored love
And leave me naked
to both joy and pain.
Go earthquake my so-called stability
Till all I see for
miles is loss and rubble.
Appraise my life’s precious complacency.
Price it for what
it is—a worthless bubble.
Strip me of all
that’s frightened and untrue
Till I can
bravely lie, love, next to you.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells
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