I’m am a breathless 46 years
looking at you straight
as if I’ve never seen anything like you
because I haven’t.
Somehow I have kept my innocence
against such terrible odds
and such fiends, friends and foes
Your beauty means much more than you know
in fact – you are stupid to your beauty
and clumsy and careless with it’s responsibility
but it matters not
I will look into you, straight
and possess the thing you don’t know you have
and from my arms I will show it to you
so you can meet it,
tears beginning, a soft caress and awestruck love
It doesn’t matter if you look at me
that way you do
You cannot become more, no matter how hard you want to
Yes, I am devastated.
And yes, it is your fault.