She pretends
that my love
has no effect on her,
but she will go home
and delight on her bed
dreaming of my love
like clasping to her body
a new dress given her by her daddy
who spent the whole weekend
and his entire paycheck
on just the perfect one for his little girl.
Tomorrow
I'll go to her
and speak sweet, manly things
to her smooth face of pearl
and her heart which, like the moon,
saddens me to tenderness
with it's frailty and it's distances.
Jason Stutz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-pretends/
