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Her First Time

"Don't you want to come with me?"

       There's a truck in the back

       waiting for you

 

       One step around the corner

       and there it is, your magic carpet

 

       Take his hand, it is your light, your guide

       "Don't you want to feel my bones on your bones?"

       You feel your face form a smile but you're apprehensive

 

       One last hesitation.  One last look back.  One last sigh.

                      And then a leap

 

                      Cold metal presses against your skin

                      "My love for you is better than diamonds."

                      The wind whistles a gentle tune. You feel like crying.

 

                      The moon winks at you, suggesting perfection

                      The stars glow with wonder.  They're watching

 

"To you everything I bestow"

Shadows grow, stand up, approach you

Hide in his eyes. The moon has set

 

You check your pulse.  Steady heart beat

You don't believe it. Check his.  Same beat

 

You say "Kiss me and tell me it's not broken"

A quick kiss on your forehead feels cold and wet

"I'll give you the stars from the bruised evening sky"

 

Everything is bruised tonight.  The stars refuse to look at you

It is broken

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