Your subtle art

 Your subtle art, my love, of ignoring our fire in between

When your eyes look at me, hiding this soft connection
Your face is one of the pearls in my pocket
I see myself in you, your serene presence in my mind.

Your subtle art, my love, of sending music out of forgery
We take turns to ruin each other's tapestry and all you do,
Is laugh and laugh, until I'm sure I'm dreaming of something
That can never be real in this underworld of my dark clouds.

The ways in which you describe me, using subtle references to the stars
My name means a pure flower, your favorite is a real one apart.

Your subtle art, my love, of living with me but still miles apart
Singing that there is nothing between us when all I see is us
Intertwined in a deja vu constellation, your mind wrapping around some red thread conclusions
But my heart knows, my heart knows,
It isn't a coincidence,
Of how we met and
How you subtly ruin everything I've in possession.