The Upper Hand [sonnet]
I think I see now how the story goes
each time you’re faced with danger in a man.
For danger in your love scenarios
means giving from your heart more than you can.
The time I saw the writing on the wall –
the golden clue to everything you touch –
was when you said these words (you might recall):
“Your company I will enjoy too much”.
Too much for comfort, in your sterile world
of love-free, dirt-free, pain-free coquetry.
A myriad angels all around us swirled,
while all you saw was danger in the sea.
I thought you were a gift from wonderland;
but all you wanted was the upper hand.
© 2011, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 