His Beautiful Complexity Is Difficult Poem by Patti Masterman

His beautiful complexity is difficult,
Confuses me; my neurotic inner child
Wants to be beaten or serenaded,
It doesn't understand many-layered things;
His whispered confidences, less alienating
Than others, made me trust too soon,
And his atoms, more colorful than
His brothers painted-on coats.
My being turns all around his center;
My wheels to his drum,
My arc to his sun,
Laughter when he’s coming
Cries when he’s gone-
Till I'm reduced-
Subtracted-
Done.