You've broken
this cage of rib and spine
where I'd placed my heart
To take refuge in.


You made appear
an angel dear
to liberate 
undo the rein
I had worn 
for so long
that now I fear 
I'm exposed ever
more and more 
to barbaric thrusts
of barbs and darts
That cupid 
will hurl 
my vulnerable way.

How do You 
then propose 
I take these 
on myself
chin up with brace and steel?
Or shall 
I duck, demure lie low
Or may be 
melt to mellow
in fluid form -
where it'll 
be easy
to absorb 
pain and pleasure 
will disperse alike
with ease no distress.