TRIP TO DEAL POEM 4

Sauntering along the water's edge we met some boats. As characterful as any person I had met, I thought they were worth the mention.

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“There’s nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as messing about in boats.” Kenneth Grahame

Caution

Tender is the Night

And tender is my tongue

But the lip that you bit

Drew blood

It only trickled in metaphor

But the taste was there

In my mouth and it was

Metallic and bitter.

Your protest I can hear

As your masculinity calls out

To tear and shatter and build

But I ask you to act with caution

As fragile as I seem I am

Architectured from wrote

But see the symbolism in the sign.

So as tender as my breast is for you

Do not deny my love by fixing me

With mortar or stone as men have before

I do not know what fix is necessary

But my love is sure

And it is inwardly turned

Strength or relative

But to crow is to crow

And to know is to know

And honesty’s unbridled passion

Weakness reveals that for a brave person

Does not exist for lack of looking.

So here it is my heart and my thought for you,

So do not give it to those without caution for it is not theirs to hold.

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." Oscar Wilde