Little Prince

Like a giant, you stood:

Chin upheld (but you were an ant's eye view),

Skin gleaming under artificial lights (your hands as slender as mine)

Only three times the size.

Like a giant, you stood,

Intimidating in your bigness, you dwarfed me

Limbs like tree branches, oaky and unyielding

Fingers like bean stalks, never-ending – little fingertips, barely grazing

Bronze skin like a landscape, rough and foreign

Dirty and aging, and smooth on my fingertips.

If you had a womb, I'd fit in it – glazed deity

With your eyes half-shut – enfold me.