in the blush

he sits
in the blush of
boyhood
prompted by
light
the faint promise of
aftershave on
lips his
sneakers wide with
wonder if only
to ride
beside
him I would
take
him in
with
my eyes
while
he hungers for
sleep.
this is
my dream
not
of the
hollow man
he leaves
behind.


by Jayne Lyn Stahl
12/08/08 from "Riding with Destiny"