The Piece Mastered

The more time I spend with you
the less I know you.

There are degrees
secreted
under tiers
inside levels
on top of stratums
around corners.

Pockets of you
hidden
all
over
the
place.

I wonder about whether
we
all
subconsciously
choose to create
what we think
we need
and
yearn for?

Our own private little Universes.

Do we seek to replace
what
we reject
by giving birth,
accumulating
friends,
partners
or even
enemies?

How much
do
we create
the
accidents of genetics?

The ultimate
design of life
management,
the patterned webs
woven
unconsciously,
these
are
the things,
which
slowly
reveal us.

Yesterday
I viewed
your
shapes and colours
as
exquisite and brilliant.

You are a talented artist
who has painted
a brutal yet engaging
self-portrait
of me
through
you.

I cannot look away
and
almost
covet the flow of your brushstrokes.

They expose your beauty
and
scare me.

It is a privilege to bear witness to you in full control of this masterpiece.