subjective

people say they want love when they mean passion.

love when they mean comfort.

love when they mean companion.

i’m learning that it all counts.

all’s fair in love and well,

there are no set rules.

if the sea is our unconscious,

then your depths are a siren song,

setting my senses on fire with each new note.

if people are reflections,

then yours is the moonlight’s,

light

and dark

and pure.

and when i say i want love,

i mean i want yours.