Delicate
Delicate
I see you
Through your plated
Coat of armor.
Being right
Demands attention
Yet humility
Feels so
Vulnerable
Like a clam
Without a shell.
Your safety zone
Is so small
I must search
For an opening
To reach you.
Wondering when
Enough is enough
With this
Plated coat
Of armor.
6-30-09
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