Forever Young
.she sits in the palm of my hand
.on a rock
.smiling
.ankles in a crystal stream
.toes among pebbles

If I could be that small
would I stand before her
.show her what she'll become
.try to warn
or would I share her rock
simply touch her virgin, uncut arms?

How would she see me?
Scared disgusted would she run away,
or understand
.in her tiny, innocent, cold-footed way?

I put her back into my bag
She returns to the late 80s
.where she lives

I think of her
when I'm tempted
.to hurt her.