| Bold
you are bold therefore I place my lips upon every fingertip of your right hand in penance listen to brave whispering during the hush of night ear pressed tight to your chest waiting for the solitary rowboat you are bold as we walk broken glass paths on our commute to learn all I can think to do is wrap your wounds so they can heal show you the cuts on my feet as well you are bold in a room full of itself you wear modesty like my father wears engine grease, oil and diesel fuel under nails and the smell never leaves your side you are bold six shooters pointed at spaghetti high noon and the sheriff is long gone to a boom town somewhere farther west and warm no matter—you're ready to pull those triggers you are bold taking woman in hand as equal paying dues and homage in coin and syllable dropping to the floor to reach up to my most volatile and under- attended spots understanding balance |