stratego: the flag

Trading love like it was currency for a place to stay;

The name on the door is not yours.

A crafted gentleman to serve, do you extend your hand,

Or, is it just your ears?
Like two pretty spectacles of symmetry,

burdened on the head of a beautiful enchanter.
While at beck and call you surge in size and offer a Gideon of depth;

a pulsing pent up expulsion…

Pushing past the hearts you break

 And, the longing you leave on the lips of everyone you own.

And from behind, you twist the knife, like eyes that see the lies you told…

You bare no consequence.

Because we were forewarned.

We were told not break ourselves against the unbroken rock.

We were taught not to bend our heels before a blind man.

And yet,  

Here we are.

Ready to lend our home and hearth, a rich reward, a meal ticket

Fresh and pure like the lavender that longs to lick the sweat from your brow;

To kiss you, to make you whole and better;

Feed you, to make your belly full

And hold you--

As if touching you the God’s would weep, and you would cry devotion.

But your insides dwell inside palisades that will not falter.

You won’t be weak and yet you ask for that in it’s entirety.

Block out the warmth the earth so needs,

The sun displays its candor in a firm and arrogant pose.

How I wish I could dance across the ground and land into those arms…

            But how flat would I fall?

            And, how far would I go…

Until I was trading a place to stay, just to keep your love?