your bashful, blushing face...

child, why do you weep?
this day has inflicted unto you
no harm.
your bashful, blushing face
is fleeting with your sanity.
you are lovingly outraged.
you are love.
a stranger has wanted you
more than your best friend.
a stranger has loved you
more than any lover you've known.
child! you are not ashamed.
you are on display.
the suffering of your soul
is provoked.
is aroused
and stimulated
like sex to the addict.
child,
you are ageless.
feared and fearful.
but why, on this ordinary day
do you weep?
what are you concealing?
speak to me!