i bite my tongue and start again
days go by when i don’t think
clung honey sweet to the front
of his pants, hard pressed to find
what i missed between those
childhood years,
and he almost threw me off
so i hold tight to the safety
of everyday, forgetting for a while
what my lips never kissed
and i wander off through trees
seeing how i might have crashed
shattered, broken among the jags
he held on what i wanted to fly
he pulled back when i started to cry
and i slid down so slow and sweet
slow and sweet between his legs
i wanted to kiss
i wanted to kiss him
for the little death vision
on the mountain top
and he almost threw me off
. . . i wanted to fly