A well of insecurity lies within
which takes a mere hint
of love or affection,
to wrench to the surface,
sending it rushing uncontrolled
all over my life.
Would that I would not splash
that pool of anxiety onto you
who deserve nothing but my untainted heart,
but waves wash out &
when I least expect it
come crashing down on you.
Yet you bear up under the onslaught
and continue to show up again & again
even when I count you out.
your constancy stills the surging swells
until they are mere ripples under the surface
of the calm sea that is our love.