he looks
so vulnerable in
a long soft cotton
dress like so so made
of glass you can see
ballads play even 
when he's silent


must stroke
him more gently
if I can just run my
hands over his 
cheeks coyly
he says no 


quickly I
have to not
appear desperate
but he lets me
sroke his
hair


even if
were both hard
pushes me away
with his foot hiding
his face in his fair
hands asking me
not to make 
demands 




26.01.12.     © Lizarikk