No that
I did not know
Tenderness it is said
Like the sacred grove that
I’m afraid
I did not know
At the breast so one rests
it is said
but
I do not know
Breasts of tenderness no
That I’m afraid
I do not know
There are shoulders
It is said
Like mountains of tenderness Too
Swallow you up
deliver you from fear
It is said
I do not know
But when I cry they say
I play victim
so it is said
again and again
whether I freeze, fly, fawn or fight
They only like when I play knight
All else
They don’t like
therefor
I do not know
