THE TRUTH

She wanted to feel his cheek against hers.
It would be smooth, because he was young
He was young and unruined
And she wanted his joy.
She wanted to touch him, she wanted
To feel how smooth he would feel
His face and his unruined body
But she was afraid to touch him, not
Because she would frighten him
Like some shy bird he would flee her
But because she knew if she came
Close enough, she would find this
His life was not unruined, his body
Was not smooth, and that
He would look at her and tell her
This there is no joy.