I watch you for patterns,
And those repeated turns of phrase
Speak to me of your ways.
You reveal in a gaze your thoughts,
How your reason contorts
And fear and need consorts with doubt.
Then do I know about
All the tales you spout, a mask,
Slipped slightly, I must ask,
Or choose the safer task to look
And read you like a book
That I tenderly took and held
In hopeful hands, propelled
Into your world, compelled to know
Where next your thoughts will go.
I stop. I love and so return.
Written on 15th January 2020.