My heart is not frozen
but would be scared
so I daren't build castles
out of such thin air,
gulped down with bitter pint glasses
I have watched hopes drown before
in distant places I once called home
with gargles and disappointed looks
that come back sometimes to haunt,
but I am a boring older woman now
and I have willed myself
into an earth bound mademoiselle
that could not live on such fairy tales
of empty “sorrys'” and “next time'” ways,
with youth and my impending years
I have watched them all finally disappear,
now this is a quieter soul that yearns
love in a thicker yarn to darn,
no spinning wheel hastily spun
no blood pricked fingers
rushing for an illusive love
with quickened breath and sweaty brow,
no, I'm afraid you would be bored,
you, Peter Pan, with this mortal girl
that was once such a flighty Wendy sold
on empty promises as yours told,
but with time my truth has changed
and unlike you I have landed
into routine ways that please me
and dances with thought out steps
and men with kinder hearts
and a gentler sway
who have no need to fly away
from stability and jumper days
now I have been told that I am loved
by rooted souls
now
I walk on well worn paths
and along Jurassic coasts stroll
letting a tranquil sun
warm my dinosaur bones
and that is all I want to know
not your kind of stimulation
with inflamed heart
such love irritation
is too much of a hurt excursion
for my docile being
a form of emotional annihilation
of peace and of trust and caring
so as tempting as your lips are
as inviting is your sultry stare
I will pass on your courtly offer
and pretend to be totally unaware
of any possible affair

and not show

how close you were

to capturing my fragile heart.