Be careful dear, as man I am unable
To speak as, the Poet does

I know you will hear me, if only
You would remember 

As a man I fear the breaking of, my
Glass lips and porcelain heart

So I speak to you, with hands bound, and made of steel
Bound in leather, so you won’t feel

The coldness of their stealing touch
Of your healing and of your passions

My panoplied Eyes, search your very soul
To see if the trust, be within you told

Your eyes must hear, they must care
You mustn’t fear the wants of my heart

It wishes to share, yet it dares not, dare
For my skin it crawls, low and before your heart

In plain view, I bow about your feet
My head beneath them, when I smile at you

Unabled hearts must be careful dear; as they continually seek
As a man, I am unable to speak, as the poets do

With my glass lips and porcelain heart
My words are, but stones thrown about

They may break your bones, if not your heart
My eyes see your wants; It wants, therefore to speak

But, it is only a porcelain heart
Trampled with, glass lips; and broken shards

   Inspired by Seabac a Neo.poet’s poem
        “When Touch out Weighs Words”
                       Sinbad the Sailor Man