Enigma Boy

My world has curled around you
smoke against wood, twisting to fit in a place so
apart from my own.
My mind has concluded and disproved again and
again that you are
perfect and known to me, to everyone, wild and bright and shining
an actor, a writer, the centre of everything
the joker with a smile and a pocket watch,
setting the world up and letting it glow and sparkle around you,
so comforting and wonderful, the strength I need to keep and hold me.

You are reading lines, you are
standing bare and beautiful on a stage, the world watches and my world
curls into you and you act until we all know you are
stable and wonderful, perfect and known to everyone,
pinned in words against a page, against their eyes, a smiling
moving image, a star, a million identities and all of them
known and unknown.

And I learn you
my enigma boy, a heart beating against fractured ribs and
shoulders lined with tiredness and uncertainty,
you lift me, sweetness laid against love
familiarity and security, truly honestly trustworthy
everlasting, your breath against mine, your hands on my waist and
your lips on the back of my neck, heart beat on the
insides of your wrists. You are
alive and delicate and insecure and I
love you infallibly and knowingly and unconsciously and you
lift me out of nothingness into something warm and
safe.