I had no tears
only Iron Drops
forged
in Disappointment’s Furnace;
Iron resolved
never to allow
Softer Feelings
to invade
Casement’s Protections;
yet too
this was my prison
self-sealed
behind the bars
which kept pain out
true love
shunted
doors closed
but
also
shielded
I was
from those
softer parts
the heart
craves
seperated by
that part
which fears
Past Pains.
Doors must
needs be
passage-ways
which do not seal
but rather reveal
and evolve
from one’s past
like the human hand
beyond more than one finger
not just be a clinched fist--
True Courage unclenches-
hand outstretched
explores its future
accepts in life no recess
purses its lips
for each new kiss
  as I did yours
nectar sweet;
honey-dewed;
knowing life too
still has its insecurities
but none present
in this
first
sweet
kiss.
Kiss me high
kiss me low
such that I shall
know
all you can give
and all that I can
receive
because
Life’s Essences
lies between
the offering
and the ability
to perceive
offerings
while
eschewing
foolish
Gnarly Regrets.