The Strength Of A Man

As the steel is hammered, it sparks lowers a whirling Catherine wheel like a man's blood ignited, hotly sobs, it expands and doubles as it anneals. Harder and tougher: than granite-rock internal stresses are unresolved frequently a door has been left a chock like a neat bottle of the best scotch; I enter the valley of her land but, when I kneeled to be crowned the foot of her bedpost at her command my energy, my strength is icebound. no longer her prince but a pauper I lower my guard; internal shield, entre oblivion, her adorer entre flames softening as cottonseed.