MISTER

"Honey, you're just a baby,"
He laughed
Smile politely
Tally on my fingers
with cherry red nail polish
The number of times
He stared down at this chest,
Slightly wet
From a spring shower.

Oh, he well knew:
A babyhoney without eyes
A honeybaby with fruit breasts
Existentialist dribble left
From the last one to go.
Knew it all!
And just laughed
At the softness of my skin
And CRADLED me up

Could not understand
Why
I would not giggle
And coo.