Larks

Soft yet strong
like the beats of a bird's wings
when your presence touches me
I find it difficult to stay lucid.

You stir chaos in my mind.

Unawares of your effect on me,
my iron-wrought, bloodied exterior
which I curtain with calm demeanour;
To you, I am but a garden with gates open.

You sow seeds of trust in me.

But don't worry.
Despite it all, I won't say to you
that I need you or want you.
I believe that loveliness can only be fleeting.

With you, I wager my reason
my faculties, everything.