You bruise my tenderness
with ignorance
a naive Grace
do you wish
me to be
as most other men
Can you not see those
chose
to be closed
I have dreamt
my heart
open to you
and your eyes of crazy blue
in your eyes
are there no rooms for a poem
and the gentleman
don't make me detached as them
from defending defenselessness
be aware of my tenderness
honor me with Grace
or leave with dignity
but eternity
love the same
or never say my name
