Subjective Love

I love it when you love me,

As your hands caress my back,

and whittle down my spine

and carve away my sides

I love it when you love me

when I can love myself,

the river flows,

raftless

I love it when you love me,

when I'm not afraid,

the dark is not so bright,

as light

I love it when you love me,

through experience,

love doth fray

a slip knot

I love it when you love me,

for when I feel able,

life is surmounted

with a horse astride my heart,

it shines

Because I love it when you love me

as the climb is over,

before it begins

and I have fallen

before I stand

or understood

I love it when you love me,

to feel, to be real,

to validate and assure

my insecurity

I love it when you love me,

a backwash of colour,

of gorgeous splendour,

is the acrylic

I love it when you love me,

in such a way,

that does undermine

teachings of time,

that hisses with sanguine

But I love it when you hate me

as I know

I am still alive

I am here