The Unfolded Man
You are an unfolded man. You are open in the world like a door. And you wake beside others and they fold you into their warmth but you are the unfolded man. And they press against you and they find a way in and there is no gap between you for you are the unfolded man. The open man.
And the people who love you just love you. And they look at you and look at you and they look at you in the light of the world and they see what you are and they love you. And you are unfolded and you laugh. And curiosity is an endless engine and it hums in you and you see it in others and you sing when you’re with them and you weep when you’re not because you are the unfolded man.
And they come back. Or you set out to find them. And they are somewhere, all the time. And they know you.
You are loved and held and thought of and there are people in the world who would want to find you if you disappeared, and they are unfolded towards you, naked by your side, lovers and friends who are there in the mornings. Open. And your only fear is that this openness will admit more love and what sort of fear is that? You worry too much. And you look at them and look at them and you could look at them forever and never close your eyes.
And you are always only one. But you are unfolded like a page. Opened and read and read again, and there are other pages.
And you will be for love.
