I want to kiss you like we're sixteen
Young artist's hands act imitation trace trance
Ancient pure powers called sin when
Nurtured movements prevent sensualistic
Utter death and disappearance
At odds and end still watching men write women's
Lines moreover alter the throes of passion
Til my little girl might never know
The bare confidence
The bliss of a post love wrap up
With a partner intent on communication
And comfortable careless fun
Without the terms that confined her mama