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.