You gingerly step onto the boat.

Often, I wonder why you trust me this readily.

Aren't you afraid

that I'll cut you with ribbons

of words?

Wound you with the alternatives

of our past;

or burn you with pages of

all my lost hopes?

You wait for me to step aboard,

You wait, smile,

And I know I'll never do any of those things-

Consciously.

~