The Little Love Button

A long time

ago

when I was

a teenager,

I had a

wonderful,

tender-hearted

girlfriend.

She was patient.

I was wide

awake, and green

as a frog.

She said,

don't rub it so

hard, you will

hurt it.

Think of it as

a new toy you

discovered.

It's small, and

you need to be

careful.

It isn't a

pimple that

you are

trying to pop.

I can still smell

her hair, lilacs, and

pond water.

And on

gentle summer

nights, I hope someone

is being kind to

her love button.

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