Twice Shy

I might be a shameless flirt 

I’m stingy

With my heart

Twice bitten and all that jazz
so when you have a chance

To hold it
For however long I might allow
Don’t tuck it in your back pocket

Don’t slip it into your wallet

Don’t place it upon a pedestal
I’ll come slipping back

One hand on hip

Hand outstretched
 Return to me 
What is mine
I won’t let you hold it

I fear your careless glances

your slippery hands


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