Magdalene
sits crossed legged

on the floor
as Mary

sings along
with Elvis

as he sings
from the small

transistor
radio

by her bed
Magdalene

loves the way
her eyes shine

as she sings
likes to stare

at the tight
tiny ****

which press firm
against her

white school blouse
also likes

to study
Mary’s thighs

and dreams oft
in her bed

twisting hot
that Mary’s

soft body
and luscious

limbs and heart
lay beside

her in bed
Mary’s not

aware of
Magdalene's

secret wants
but thinks of

the tall boy
whom she met

in the park
and let kiss

her thin lips
but smacked his

ink-stained hand
away from

her tight ****
and other

sensitive
secret bits

knowing that
her father

finding out
would strap her

one and knock
the boy out.