Adolescence
Adolescence
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In water-heavy nights behind grandmother's porch
We knelt in the tickling grasses and whispered
Ashu's face hung before us, pale as a pecan,
And it grew wise as she said:
A boy's lips are soft
As soft as baby's skin,
The air closed over her words
A firefly whirred near my ear, and in the distance
I could here streetlamps ping
Into miniature sun
Against a fairly sky...