what could you hide from me that I

what could you hide from me that I
wouldn’t see from your face and that
is how you know you love me—
how you know I love you is a different story—
when you believe I have nothing else to hide
—”after you”, you’ll say—but now you’ve met your match
not that you agree but that he’ll match any catch,
any stretch, any way to love—any means of freedom—
and a rival is only by mutuality and spirit, spoken
and living for itself, making two and one, never undone—won—