His eyes,

So pale yet patient,

His skin as black as the night sky,

He dances so swiftly in the glittering moonlight,

So rich with reflection,

Free from the world’s troubles.

But when you look passed his beauty,

You can see that he is broken.

Trapped in a world to please others than himself

Stuck being a tool of entertainment.

I reach out

He stops and shies away

But soon he comes towards my direction

And places his head under my hand

Crying with joy.

I smile and rubbed his smooth, slick-oil skin,

I could feel the emptiness aching in his heart,

His want to escape from the plastic dome,

The longing to taste the salt of the sea,

His desire to be free from a world of turmoil.