I know now how it feels the way schoolboys feel when wistful winds come to visit the playground The ache down my spine The ballooning in my left chest pocket How could I not have known the way of the schoolgirl The skip in your skirt The tails of your pig Thereβs a pink pony tightly ribboning a pinch in my waist, air is a luxury when relics of you feed me from the inside out, you are a commodity β the only food fit to fill the hollow pit in my stomach, I crave only for you when the recess bell rings