Vulnerable

I could count the words that you spoke

The times you chose to cross my road

In plain sight

Or tucked away

In some corner of the world

In some open field

That yields to your thoughts

Or a little kitchen

Where you keep your pots

I’d promise to stop wanting

If you promise to stop taunting

With a face like this

Of a joyful child

Then curves like this

From side to side

Don’t get me started

With words like this

Vulnerable.

Does a lioness confess

To her open wounds

Like the rest of us?

Would she run my hand

Across her soul

And let my words

Tempt her butter lips

Would that be gullible?