When the first boy comes,
he will inspire you.
He will paint roses in your hands
and stars on your soul.
He will touch you gently,
like he is holding something
that would shatter the world
if it were to fall onto the linoleum
in his mother's kitchen.

When the first boy comes,
he will enchant you.
Your mouth will shiver with each delicate kiss
he leaves upon your naive lips
and he will change you.
But you will not understand the importance
of such deliberate,
cautious
tender actions.
You will not appreciate that he
is just as cautious
as you are.


When the second boy comes,
he will be less kind.