timid

glancing perhaps
I am
at your photographs
but am staring at your soul
I know,
I do that a lot.

juvenile perhaps
I am
awakened, by mornings of my wishes
gliding over your sudden looks,
which always
melts my heart,

(I recognize the moments
of making you uneasy)

spoiled perhaps
I am
striving to slurp up your seduction
with detaining every breath of your soothing smile
In my arms

your softness
sucks out
every sadness
In my heart

petrified perhaps
I am
of being
sideways
by slightest puff
of disappointment