that first time

pushing between

those pale

white thighs

thinking i’d

found my calling

reasons to live

never said the words

those i saved

for another time

a stick thing girl

with less idea than me

never believing

she felt the same

as the runaway girl

whose beauty

caught like fire

her never

trusting anybody

but herself

the world being unkind

then came

the cheaters

the drinkers

chain smokers late

into dead nights

where the trez

bit deep again

to leave me alone

those 3 words never

having been said