Fool

You could have broken my heart
You chose instead to criticise my art.
You belong in my bed
You. Man! Not in my head.
Never in my mind

That is closed with a blind
It opens when I bid
My third eye's lid

I can feel you try to prise
The edge apart. Know it’s unwise
To trigger a sound-spill
Of words ready for the kill.
When you don’t play the fool well
What was warm will close to a dark hot hell.