What do you see
When you look at me?
A friend? A stranger?
A lover? Yourself?

What is it that
Frightens you so much?
Reality? Indulgence?
Intimacy? Temptation?

Why don’t you tell
Me what you really want?
Companionship? Love?
Relationship? Sex?

How do you think
That it all will end…
Or are you afraid
To find out?