The Distance Of A Dove
When you hold me in
a love-embrace
and tell me
I am a tiger,
full of heat and spark,
it cannot make it any less
true when you tell me –
I am a bird
flying out of grasp
or a fish
floating out of reach.
When you are far from me,
when I am moving farther
I think I like to be
the tiger best.
Close enough to taste your skin,
full of heat and spark.
But I think also you
prefer my likeness
at the safer distance of a dove.