Lizbeth stares
at her hands

opened up
palms upward

lines across
the skin where

Benedict
had held her

his palm there
squeezing tight

holding on
puts fingers

to her lips
where he kissed

his moisture
there somewhere

wanted more
more of him

inside her
as she's seen

in the book
her friend gave

a picture
of a man

and woman
having ***

he on top
she beneath

the man's ****
beautiful

she had thought
the long legs

benedict
would just kiss

or hold hands
nothing more

we're just kids
he had said

when she had
said they could

in the barn
in the church

in her room
all alone

her mother
out shopping

or maybe
in the field

hidden by corn
but not him

leaving her
feeling numb

unfulfilled
just them there

holding hands
and kissing

no *******
in the field.