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i am young
as are you
we are constantly
overestimated underestimated
magnified criticized picked apart

we are too old
for dulcet, sweet lullabies
and too young to
appreciate the starry night
with our enamored one
unsupervised

just once,
when they eyes were off,
we danced

oh, how we danced

hips arms stomachs lips bending
connection reaching blood muscle bone
bodies are seventy percent water
thus wave and crash and rain and rush
forest fire the word hurricane
low pressure high pressure meeting
cold air falling hot air rising
swirl in and around together
to create the beginning of the storm and there are
necks marked and faces traced

rowing towards that forbidden place
in a frenzy towards the finish line
eager and then slowed down
by reason and me

this is where it was
at back then,
i always the one to
cross my arms,
ruin the fun,
to steer in an
entirely different direction

and you, just once,
or perhaps a dozen times
before
tied my hands behind
my back

i may be young
but i know what is unacceptable;
and that was it

when i cut the ties

you desperately plead,
tried to show me
how you bled,
promised to cover me up
with a bandaid
threatened, cajoled
guilted

now i am relieved
to have not finished
the last spin of the dance
with someone like you

Description
i am young
as are you
we are constantly
overestimated underestimated
magnified criticized picked apart

we are too old
for dulcet, sweet lullabies
and too young to
appreciate the starry night
with our enamored one
unsupervised

just once,
when they eyes were off,
we danced

oh, how we danced

hips arms stomachs lips bending
connection reaching blood muscle bone
bodies are seventy percent water
thus wave and crash and rain and rush
forest fire the word hurricane
low pressure high pressure meeting
cold air falling hot air rising
swirl in and around together
to create the beginning of the storm and there are
necks marked and faces traced

rowing towards that forbidden place
in a frenzy towards the finish line
eager and then slowed down
by reason and me

this is where it was
at back then,
i always the one to
cross my arms,
ruin the fun,
to steer in an
entirely different direction

and you, just once,
or perhaps a dozen times
before
tied my hands behind
my back

i may be young
but i know what is unacceptable;
and that was it

when i cut the ties

you desperately plead,
tried to show me
how you bled,
promised to cover me up
with a bandaid
threatened, cajoled
guilted

now i am relieved
to have not finished
the last spin of the dance
with someone like you