Glass and Metal
My sensitive, fragile heart of glass
Is chipped against my control.
Count my blessings,
For I am lucky enough to obtain stained glass,
It is a cheap, thin, fragile material;
For a small occurrence,
Like gripping too hard,
May smash it in half.
Your metallic heart is hard to strike.
It is a rarity that anything shall pass the alnico.
Plus, your low heating point,
Partnered with high conductivity
Makes it difficult for us both.
Tranquil, may we meet somewhere.
Perhaps we can agree on the durability,
Strength, yet sensitivity
Just be careful of flame.
How about plastic.
Not a plastic spoon,
Melting on an oxidized stove burner while making dinner;
But rain boots.
Jumping like children in puddles of
Tears and sweat of the gods
Are our hearts.
But our hearts don’t belong outside.
They are prone to hyperthermia,
They belong in the chest,
Locked up like a maximum security prisoner,
Because our sensitive hearts are as well dangerous.
I’ll trade you glass for metal.