Concealing
letters in a familiar hand
that charmed and tantalized.
Kissing
a black and white photograph
hidden beneath her pillow.
Remembering
a pair of lips
that kissed her upon the eyes.
Resisting
confident fingers
that excited and embarrassed.
Emboldened
by claret courage
to offer her tongue.
Adjusting
reluctant suspenders
as the outside light was flicked on and off.
Sweet sixteen?
What a waste.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-sixteen-5/
