Untitled I
By Jose
Forgive me,
Gentle paramour,
For showing you how
Soft lead remains yet lead
And how iron at a distance
Appears liable to indention,
Welcoming a hand to an altogether
Unpliable surface.
My deceit made so similar
By unwilling nature of the thing,
I hope you are merciful enough to realize
No hard thing means to feel soft
At distance