Uncertainty Principle

In my time
Of broken sundays
Your storming beauty, terrible,
Came, as a sudden rain
In the hot seasons.

You twisted the cap off
The tube of my low-fi
Evenings. Every thing
That came out
Can't be put back in.

Is this love? Is this
Loneliness? Or worse,
Nonsense expectation?
Let it be, whatever it is.
Let it roll, in and out.

You gave me some
Sunny clothes, my love,
To cover my darkest
Nudity, as a gift
For walking the thinnest line.

I still can't understand
Our intimate reasons
To keep on drifting, floating away
In the uncertain, inconsistent
Stream of the northern seas.