We were fourteen
and the two of us went camping
and you smuggled into my tent
and we smuggled
and in the morning your smile was a joy
but when we were back at school
because I was a boy
and so were you
we had to keep it under the covers
otherwise the others
would have taken out their fears on us
but it was our fear as well
and back at the school
even when there was no one else near
all we ever spoke about was football.
John Hegley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/omo/
