I see gold,
No wait!
Silver.
It doesn’t matter
Because I see her.
So different from before!
A mask has slipped,
A mirror broken.
Now I see her.
Now I want her.
She moves…
Slowly,
Softly,
With a confidence unknown.
Could it be tolerance?
Or maybe more than that,
Perhaps desire?
Glowing hair,
Peach, plum and perfect.
Knowing eyes,
Wide, sky and sacred.
Curvaceous lips,
Telling hips.
But I’ll never have them,
Never see them again.
I walk through the door.
She walks through the door.
She bites her nails.
We’re side by side.
I look down,
My shoes are clean,
Her legs are white.
She taps me,
I see her smile.
I smile back.
I’m happy.
For a while.