Fracas

I couldn't gleam more from life
then to see inside your soul
and find myself there;
even a ghost
or a shadow of my laugh
or my eyes.

I want to be indelible.
Because when we are old
(when we are grey)
the pieces I gave you won't get older.

And I'll never let your smile wither
Your eyes, and your touch have marked me;
The ropes, the knots
-because we've tied a few-
are a perfect tangle

I wouldn't cut them for the world.