My feeble attempt at going to bed early

Physical fear is easy.

I know what happens when I fall.

It’s my mental that gets me;

and your amorous palms.


Those lattices of love

cross-stitched and burned.

Reminders of the interest our hearts have earned.


I can’t reap what was never sown

Aversion to your touch, I could never own.


The deed to my house of cards,

that’s the ace up your sleeve.

Press your lips upon this joker, hard;

Come make me believe.