Lolita.

How blue veins are
behind you infantile knees,
dirty of scars
and irregular reliefs never kissed.
How sad.

How blond your down is
in your full moon thighs,
How little firm,
how trembling,
how reflected.

How sweet your mouth is,
how made of chocolate the corners
of your sunny lips.
How little adult,
still.
How Loli -
ta.