Gentle

Be gentle with me new love
There have been others before you who didn’t understand
that there is comfort in the space
and shades of purple encircling old wounds are like crisp leaves fading in the fall
And there is really nothing to be afraid of
even raging fires have a path

The cinder cone has been building since the first tear
and it’s still just a shell
And like the vintage ponies going round and round
paint and wood and the timbre of the music
You can hear the laughter
even when the Wurlitzer long since played

The furtive glance betrays my distance
And there is nothing to fear
The warmth of your hand as it guides me back
Like the content cat finding its ray
It comforts like a car sitting in the sun in early spring

Be gentle with me new love
There have been others before you who didn’t understand
that there is no white on the canvass
even as it burns to the touch