Monday, 22 April 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 22 Poem 15 What To Do

 Natalie comes to the door wearing a black miniskirt,
    leads me into her room, opening 
her lips on my neck,
        snaking    her   tongue   along    my   jaw.

Nerves tell the body not to move
because it is true that I am sixteen and stiff
in all the wrong places.

It will take me a week to hate myself
for having to try 
               so hard to forget her.

She has undone me, asking
that I do not fall for her,
    she says it will be easy to forget me.

It will take me another week to hate her
for thinking 
      that she can tell the heart
what to do.

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