I'm not the litmus test
for whether you're a good man
red for acid, blue for base
any more than you're
my black pawn on a white square
if I'm craving a checkmate
Base thoughts and desires
are hardly confined
to red or blue, black or white
A good man has noble intent
continually reassessed, reaffirmed
and his actions are in kind
For he knows, firsthand
that the best of intentions
can flare brightly, flicker, then fade
into the maw of the hungry dark
like fireflies chased
by goggle-eyed children
You, dearest
You are a good man.
Stop questioning, testing.
The litmus strip is always red
well, sometimes reddish purple
but never blue - not anymore
There's no need to prove yourself
to anyone but you, love
and you deserve better from you.