I wish to hold
you like a bouquet
of white flowers
but
this imagery
makes you think I love
all of your curves
but
I do not know
the feeling of flesh
nor do I want
but
it is your mind
so less often cupped
in gentle hands
and
I believe this
is a stronger love
than wood and wire
but
you will not have
me say your mind is
of white flowers
but
I do not think
anyone will stop
to hold you still
and
what do I know
I am sure you want
me to be white
and
I am just that;
what I wish to hold:
mind of flowers
