This is a man
no other has yet seen.
I want to keep him forever
but he’s not mine to keep.
His face is new and young;
what an angel I have found.
This man is with no sin.
His feet have never touched the ground.
I won’t let him go
now that he’s seen me with those eyes
and now when I look deeper,
I can see that they are mine.
His cries are sweet and soft
like his heartbeats in his rest.
I feel his gentle skin stroke my own
as I hold him against my breast.
I love him with all my body;
my heart and chest, they ache.
He gives me warmth and heat
that I refuse to let them take.
This is a human,
a human I have sold.
He should be mine forever,
but now I’m freezing cold.
I hope you can tell what this is about with me explaining but some people say I write obscurely. Also, I’m trying this new thing in poetry: punctuation! I’ve never liked using it before in poetry but now I’m kind of liking it.