Hey girl,
kiss her again.
At night when the cups
are being passed around to tongues
already wet, we are called to perform
like monkeys bashing symbols.
I had my first
kiss at summer camp
not in a giggle gang game
of truth or dare, dare you to zip
up and shut up and stuff your
dick sick where the sun don’t shine
It was her black hair wreathed
by gentle glimmering green hands
Reaching low to brush her blushed
cheeks of gold. I moved to her
and she to still and I tasted the wind.
I will kiss her
I will taste a new wind and the green
hands from above will applaud
and I -
I will not hear you.
I will not hear you.
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