Touch the Sunlight
thirteen…
she followed him
to the shade…
they embrace
laying in
overgrown weeds
he teaches her
to French kiss
by touching
tongues…
rubbing them
together
she feels cold
lonely
within the darkness
of a shadow
feels her heartbeat
strong quivering
inside her belly
thirteen…
heard about boys
in the ninth
grade
heard about
parties,
sex.
now
she wanted to run. . .
run, be twelve again
slipping her
tender flesh
across damp
green grass
to touch the sunlight.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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MUSIC is POETRY are words we hear day and night, words which flow together and become a part of our day.
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