Roadblocks

Casual causeways of your essence and din,
built up to access a torn tissue heart.
Casual courses, you boldly build
fantastic roads for majesties,
both Richard and Saladin.

Think on this-

That through open windows, may come
either a blown kiss or thrown brick,
miss or pick, hiss at pricks who
stride in brazenly at your soul
without cleaning their well-worn
shoes. (Treading inside and outside
you with soiled sneakers.)

But remember, it seemed so well worth
true, to open wide, the door to you,
that they walked right through!

So, I bar my byways to those whose
spare curiosity may laden their
eyes with thoughts of my heart. I
post traffic signs to bring wary
sights to passersby, I both yield
and feel a steep slope in my heart...

Those highways that you carve into
the monoliths of mimed obsequiousness,
they can both be explored or invaded.

Remember so, wise man or maiden, the roads
we build are tread upon as lightly-

by friend as by foe.