The Mad Fantastic
The first virgin touch,
Then build up to a precipice, nearer
To God, and Devil, in an instant.
The clumsy in and out: eyes darting, feeling control
And confusion, while reciting phone numbers
So to become an expert on your first draft.
Sympathetic sighs and loose lies, to ink the deal;
A lunge and stretch, a moan full pain, and sticky, salty life pasted
On teenage trust, and bellies.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2016
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