In those teenage years

in those teenage years

we slept, unconsciously entwined

like tangled laundry

sated with desire bleached love

conjoined spent serpents

having eaten each other,

in those teenage years

we were thoughtless, oblivious 

to any impossibilities

nothing could sate us, we lived

we ate, we danced, we fucked

each day identical 

without the need of a name,

in those teenage years

I wrote poems for you

I have them still

torrid, emphatic treatises

of undying love, and

in the quiet of the dark,

I imagine I see you

and read the words once again

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© Graham Sherwood 08/21