Tigers.

by india southgate.

 
Would you deny me love letters,
Because you were ashamed of your handwriting?
Would you not take me to dinner,
Because you feel akin to a sailor
Washed before a lighthouses' shore?
Would you not hold my hand
Because you fear a break in rhythmic stride
Would break my plaster hand off? 
Would you not buy me flowers,
In case I wilted them in my gaze
As they paled in my comparison?
Would you not kiss me,
Because you were worried you wouldn't do it right?
Would you not undress
To hide what you were?
Would you not love me
In the dark
As to not crush 
My porcelain body?
...The pedestal comes my love,
It comes with time.
Don't let the tiger eat you for breakfast.

[unpublished]

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