A Welcome Yoke

My sweetheart, you work like two keys unlocking my shy tendencies. Like a chess piece, your presence frees me from myself – worst enemies. Your strength brings to mind young oak trees. Your notches and grooves satisfy need for attention, you supply. Then securing our doors whereby my reluctance you rectify. On life’s chess board, we’re residents. Castling’s allowed but your presence guards our pawns from my reticence. Life’s holes can still leave me depressed, but safe in your limbs I find rest. You lift me high, my steady oak. Melting in your arms, I unfreeze, my king, my defense, my great guy. Your keys fit the lock common sense. We are a team, we’ve coalesced; all’s kept in check under your yoke. written March 29, 2018