"Touch me," he says,
his voice squeaking high
his cheeks painted red,
face to the sky.
"Please," he adds,
eyes closed in fear
wishing for the boy
who's anywhere but here.
He gets no reply
of course, of course,
He must not have heard him
with his voice so hoarse
"Darling, my darling,
help me, oh, please…"
His small, pale body
shakes in the breeze.
He shivers, he trembles,
brings his arms to his chest
he thinks and he prays,
gets no ounce of rest.
Finally he drifts
into a tremulous sleep
but his eyes do not close,
they openly weep.
AN: I only had a vague thought of a pairing in my mind when I wrote this and I thought it was kind of OOC. Bleh. T'was Spamano but you can think of anyone you'd like. PLease review if you have time!