Made of Wood
You think he's made of wood
big, rough-hewn timber
holding everything up
never feeling the strain
You think he's made of wood
that men don't have feelings
heavy hobby-horses
that don't feel pain
But he's not made of wood
so hard, dry, unfeeling-
but raw, aching emotion
coursing through burning veins
No, he's not made of wood
but, warm tender devotion
exposed and fragile
such a delicate flame
No, he's not made of wood
even though he tries to hide it-
for you won't let him be
vulnerable without shame
Copyright © Rhona Mcferran | Year Posted 2018
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