Don’t know where
she said
standing by the back gate
which backed
onto the woods
with the evening creeping in
and she having snuck out
of her house without
her mother seeing
looked quite nervous
and kept looking back
over her shoulder
as if her mother
may have followed
can’t go to my place
she said
or mine you said
they’re always there
especially this time
of an evening
what about the hay barn?
You suggested
looking at her eyes
blue cornflowers
and that smile
that could have lit
fires in dark places
and she said
don’t want no hay stalks
touching my ***
and she laughed
and you wanted to capture
her laughter
and that smile
and her bright blue eyes
and your youth
and that thinking
you had forever
and the monopoly
on truth.
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 2:57 PM UTC
Don’t know where
she said
standing by the back gate
which backed
onto the woods
with the evening creeping in
and she having snuck out
of her house without
her mother seeing
looked quite nervous
and kept looking back
over her shoulder
as if her mother
may have followed
can’t go to my place
she said
or mine you said
they’re always there
especially this time
of an evening
what about the hay barn?
You suggested
looking at her eyes
blue cornflowers
and that smile
that could have lit
fires in dark places
and she said
don’t want no hay stalks
touching my ***
and she laughed
and you wanted to capture
her laughter
and that smile
and her bright blue eyes
and your youth
and that thinking
you had forever
and the monopoly
on truth.
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