A Fragile Jewel Poem by George Howard

By GeorgeHoward 06.2010

I take up the fragile Jewel unsure.
My hands are ridiculous, rough, cut, but clean!
Cleaned meticulously, for the sole purpose.
Testosterone fades as Oestrogen floods in.
I become a woman – man, as I gaze in raptures.
A giant would not dare try my hand.
At this very time I would gladly die!
My unending love pours forth.
I lay her once more down to sleep.
But slumber on knifes edge, aware.
Ready once more to be at her side.