I don’t know where to put my love.
I tried to express it in a box
but its tender ‘lil fingers
lifted the lid up
and it ran off for a while
and I wondered about the room
within which it cowered
once finally settled
as cold as mine?
such a gentle creature
but with fuse for a tail
exploding in inappropriate places
never a right time
nor never death for love
the boundary crossing god
is bold
the night and the princess
love the fairytales told
simply because they are there
so let
the brave leave the doors open
for love slips back in
after such outburst
from a night on the town.
Forgiveness affords and
sings about the glitteratic journeys
all the neon clouds
asphalt and granite kerbs
gutters paper fold
and was it all worth the row?
its cold between the slotted grates.
foul beneath streets.
so come back
cast iron
come back
I’m waiting on my side
with knees known as fetal
in a warm bed
heck, I’m so predictable!
Pining for those gentle eyes
leaving a gap for which you
to find the bastion
in familiarity, my arms.