I am as ready as I’ll ever be,
my door unlocks and opens easily
to any visitor, my walls are thin
and breakable, you may as well come in.
Take me - I’m not particular or proud,
(refined by nature, but you can be loud),
I’d love a swineherd better than a fine
thin-blooded prince who wouldn’t throw a line
to save me. Feel how cold I am, I’ve lit
a fire but lack the stuff to throw on it:
something good to burn, if you’ll be so kind,
a high conceit or bawdy joke – don’t mind.
Come now. My sheets are white and I am free.
I am a poet lost for words. Choose me.