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