A Complicated Thing
In a constant state of flux,
another ostentatious fling.
I’ve been contemplating love
but it’s a complicated thing.
We tightly hold each other,
so brazenly we’re furled
as we lie beneath the covers
both hidden from the world.
The love I’ve had for others
is soon to be transferred
onto a new exciting lover
when it isn’t meant for her.
I fall asleep fulfilled
with a companion by my side
and I awake to see a stranger
reflected in her eyes.
I can still feel her touch,
moments etched on my skin.
I’ve been contemplating love
but it’s a complicated thing.
Photograph by Anna Sastre