Your eyes shimmer like stars at twilight,
Signaling the oncoming night;
Whispering to me of pleasant dreams.
With your smile, the moon blooms full,
Chasing the dark into shadows.
I am intimidated by you;
Your beauty comparable only to the rose.
I would try to get closer, but fear your thorns,
Hidden beneath the layers of soft petals;
Waiting to scar my tender flesh
with a gentle warning of differences
And unshared feelings.
about the author
Jay Whitman is a regular performer at the Bean Street Reading Series and his work has appeared in the anthology, Where Handstands Surprise Us