Through the mesh wire.
Under the grapevine supports,
laughing for the afternoon.
For freetime freedom from supervision.
For the feeling of youth in the body,
changing and overwhelming whims.
I felt it germinate like a foreign seed.
I heard it move through me.
The desire to keep her to possess her fully,
even as the sultry dusk interrupted us with chill,
mosquitoes and parent's voices calling us in.
What kind of boy was I, what kind of man would I be
Would these experiences decide for me?
So when she drew away I could see some other kid,
had conquered her overactive heart so precious.
Beauty is immediate acute and overpowering.
Inner beauty is slow acting plum chronic.
Holding you up when you're broken,
robbing you blind when you're arrogant.
Growing on you even when you are absent.
The desire to keep her working into imagination.
I was barely thirteen and the giraffe joke surged ill wise.
Or worse old ones told us what they had to contend with.
The baby giraffe kicking out of the womb and standing firm.
Teenage boy unable to escape the sticky mess his own emotions
But if I was given a second chance I'd have kissed you.
Only apologizing later for the outrage of such impulse,
your disappointment, my shame might've even struck arousal
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