All that I have to offer

All that I have to offer
Is of no use to you—
The cobwebs in my coffer,
My heart of ash and glue.

The way I hold my crooked arms,
The pebbles in my shoe,
The tarnish on my list of charms — 
All of no use to you.

My ribbons, frayed and tattered,
Tied in a careful bow — 
All that no longer mattered
After you let me go.

You do not need the way, each night
I’m in your bed again
And cannot use the way the light
Each morning whispers in

To lie upon my body just
As quiet as it came
With perfect love and perfect trust
That put us both to shame.