Do not trust me
With your heart
As hands do sculpt
With careless anticipation
Of fine art
And the pressure
My thumbs knead into your form
Might distort imperfections
And fashion falsehood

Do not trust me
With your mind
I have stuff of nightmares
Lurking beneath the bed
And whilst I curl my toes from the edge
The sweet stench of your perfume
Sends them reeling into crazed hunger
As it does me
And I cannot control them

Do not trust me
To allow you to bridge the gap between our minds
And plough carelessly through meadows I have populated
Tending to crops I have reared from seed
For they are mine
I do not belong to you
But perhaps
You might stay a while
Wandering romance