Love can be dangerous but fear kills the dream.

pink skull heart
You were told,
love is dangerous for your tiny heart,  
even in your dreams,
so please dream softly.
Don't offer your ruby lotus,  
glistening with crimson hope,
 a drop of rosy dew trembling 
in its centre for sup,
 to just anyone.
In the shadowy world of night
 how will you know the 
wolf on the path from the hero?
Are those big flashing teeth 
a suitor's smile or vulturous grin?

Keep it not in the pocket of 
your red robe either,
gathering lint and crumbs, forgotten.
It may drop out, or worse still, 
fall prey to  thieving touch,
slipping stealthily inside 
that warm opening,
stealing away sweet cherry forever.

You
could
wrap that lucid gem in 
finest gauze and softest linen.
Hide it from the dangerous dark 
in a secret chamber
secure against unsettling feeling 
and wanton urge,
free from the confusing  blush of 
 first desire
blooming hot along the
raw edge of  recess,
the awkwardness of
sudden passion, tongue tied,
  and colt clumsy,
the cold splash of rejection,
or the splintering pain
of  stricken heart,
grief cracked
like crazy paving.

Safe you could
keep it,
in spinster locket,
belted firmly with
 cautious chastity,
kept forever from the risk
of harm
and
any
possibility
of
wild
reckless
joy.

Written for Simple no 7, AllPoetry 
Prompt: Love is dangerous for your tiny heart, even in your dreams, 
so please dream softly.
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