The Cipher

your hair yes
your hair is
your eyes are lovely but
your thin fingers
and dark skin you
are not sure
whether the
last boy who looked
at you wanting you
within him or thinking
curious you can’t know
because you think you
are what you want that
what you give has never
before been felt
or touched or given
ah! how sad because
you know really
the touch has touched
and the feeler has felt
too much like you
no unguardianed angels
there is no more
a misstart here.
he wanted
a soul and fears
nobody is hers or his