It was our age of discovery,
pretty,
succulent you,
lying on your back
& me tasting heavenly things,
your delicious,
raw
primordial honey,
so yummy.

But your mom
didn't think it was very funny,
that compromising position
she found us in.

She never looked at me
the same
ever again
after that,
it was as if
I were a sinner.