Monday, March 8, 2010

Poem 15

We sit here under the midnight sky,
a sky meant for two.
your arms wrapped tightly around my waist
but all you are doing is counting the seconds
until you can get my clothes off.

But when the smoke clears
and I can see for myself
I realize that you are
just a little boy
walking in the body
of an eighteen year old man.

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