when you tell me that
I'm beautiful...

You told me again
and again...

Today
I'm feeling itchy...

All I saw were
your curves...

I ran from you,
a skittish yearling...

I wonder when
your parasitic nature...

I need to know
I am safe...

A sigh
is a wish...

As night spreads her skirts
and the snow flurries...

I sway gently into sleep
cresting on the waves...

I crave it deeply
passionately...

would you do it
if I asked...