HE SAW

He saw The window in my milk teeth My slender body Glistening and glittering curled blondy hair On my goldly head. He saw For he stole glances Which met My broad enchanting smiles On my dangling face. He saw My elegant look From my round scintillating pupils For my eyes lacked sympathy for his soul And his heart was taken to captive. He saw A rose Among the cactus And he wanted to feel Its buttered petals But his hands slowed And flinched That he wasn’t able again to touch. He saw a dove And he wanted to say even a word to it But only mumbling was the song With fear and trembling His manhood was no more. He saw But he wished That he could.