No Use

I don’t need sunscreen when you love me,
no sun can scorch me, no fire touch me.
I don’t need mirrors when you have me,
my eyes are yours, my self shouts loudly.
I don’t need time, these days you bite me,
the sheets that scream, the world around it.
I don’t need future when you leave me,
No use for arms, no use for writing.

P. F. Marún Oxenford