Arms that Don't Open

The Ultimate Fear...

The girl watches with avid eyes

As he is the first to act with decency.

Tease to please,

It will get him everywhere.

And that is precisely the problem.

On better days

Her birth would teach her

That not all men

Are of the white knight variety.

But she is off her balance.

Naivety becomes enemy

And her all-too-friendly arms are soon

Not the only things that are open.

The Reality.

The girl watches with avid eyes

As he is the first to act with decency.

She swishes the taste of

Bittersweet want

That if only he could reciprocate.

Tease to please,

It would get him everywhere.

If only that were the problem.

On this day

Her birth and her books teach her

That the white knight variety

Don’t stick to slaying just the dragons.

Swords have a taste

For the pretty women, 

the desperate girls.

And so her arms are locked away.