When I look

 

When I look into your eyes

I see pain and confusion

At the same time I see

A handsome young man

A timid little boy

I wonder

What your life was like…

 

When I look into your hands

Where mine almost always are

I see strong large hands

Where little boys once were

I wonder

What your life was like…

 

When I look at your arms

I see big muscular arms

Which hold me tight

Again I wonder

Were they used to climb trees maybe?

 

“Will I ever know? Will you ever tell me?” I ask

You just put your finger to your

Lips pulling me near…

Then you kiss me like a man

With a hint of a little boy…

 

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Thats so how it is when we meet someone later in life. We wonder how our life would have been like with that person, how they were like growing up, what were their fears, their triumphs, their worries, how did they become who we know them to be now? We will never know, but it doesn't really matter, we can spend the rest of our lifetime sharing that part of our lives with each other.

Beautiful as always Tigra.
Antonio

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Everyone of us is more then meets the eye and I really love again how you so emotions of wonderment as you try to see deeper into the soul of a loved one with admiration and curiosity.

[Stacey Watts]

Very cute amazing piece.
It is amazing how this describes the majority of the male race.
Excellent job.

[cest la vie]

Man/Boy I think they are one in the same. If we are lucky we get to hold onto to some of those innocent childhood traits/qualities. This is a beautifully written piece. Very tender, warm.

Lynne