He plays the guitar
with a soft raspy voice
we spent last night *******
this morning too
he didn't mind
take after take
of my audition video
seventeen strong
but he demanded ten more
shopping
and laughing
and kisses
losing count
of how many times
he tells me I'm beautiful
resting my head on his
as he watches all twenty seven auditions
again and again
to make sure I am successful
and choose only the best
I fall asleep in kingsize white sheets
peaceful
and smiling
knowing that I am safe and happy.
since the posting of this poem 3 hours ago he had me do a million takes again and do ridiculous things so I feel as comfortable in his apartment as I did in my old drama class.