Thirty. Brief Accommodations.

I will never be more for you than a simple-crafted cocoon.
A holding place
An intermediate warmth
A shelter from the frost, a shelter from you.

I will never be more to you than a strong-bodied stem 
A safe fix
An unencumbered embrace
A healing spring from the war, a healing spring for tired limbs.

I will never be more for you than a midnight-recruited glance
A pretentious request
An unattached habit
A crutch for that injury, an easy place to stand.

But I see better now I see clear as winter’s bone
I cannot be your cocoon
I will not be a drone.
This arrangement is through
For love is to be more than just a transitional home.