I want to court you,
but I do not know the slightest
of methods that would not require
tip toeing my way into your heart
like a ballet, of innocent display.
If you want to court me,
don't expect doing back flips
will make me sure of it
any more than the sudtlest of hints
like brushing against me, blushing.
I want to court you,
but courting is out of fashion
in both our seperate worlds
without a formal substitute
like knowing, that we're flirting.
If you want to court me,
and you haven't given up
after I neglected a response,
please don't give up yet.
Liken me to a virgin.
If you must court me,
know I'm not a man
who can act on whim,
or utter a word not on paper,
but I want to court you,
and I won't give up yet,
so long as I have a pen
I will tip toe court my way
into your porcelain heart.
YOU ARE READING
Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
