Classic Poem

Last night it was already half past eleven
the doorbell rang.
Paul a young hustler barely 19
but with
body and face of a 14-year old
stood on my threshold.
Yes, I let him in
though I know he is
a profiteer.
Our relation is tense and tentative.
I never was one of his clients.
I know I should have sent him away,
but he went on sitting on the edge of the bed.
As I lay trying to sleep
he caressed and stroked my legs and feet.
I smiled and closed my eyes.
There followed a deep all-encompassing silence.
Suddenly without warning he flew away
like a little bird.
He was afraid
because I asked nothing of him.