Polyamory

Yes, he can eye 
What looks from high
The signs of puffy
Or of sunken flesh. 
Why can't he spy
Even while nigh
The silken strings 
Of our mental mesh? 

Isn't polyamory only
The armour of lonely
Souls who are scared
Of their fading beauty?
Harder to acknowledge
Needing a bandage
To wrap feelings so deep 
In a true lover's poetry.