And There’s The Rub

And There’s The Rub

it would appear

that by some

  kind of accident ..

I somehow

discovered things

about you

that still frighten

me and fall

far beyond poetry

and all

that I love or hold

  so dear ..

now though, I hear

you wear

your hair at least

shoulder

  length and loose ..

I am also

led to believe it is

now quite

the colour of honey

and maybe

even smells of clover

whereas mine

is still quite close

cropped

  and already grey ..

indeed, they

tell me these days

that you are

free to come and go

  as you please ..

I on the other hand

am much more

like a genie locked up

in a bottle just

 waiting to be rubbed up

    the wrong way ..