I wasn't much more than a girl
The night you held me down
In wet green grass
To draw crop circles with your tongue
And kiss me with own scent
Your body a firm silhouette
Against my naked skin
The moon's crescent face a sliver
Her kisses so soft
Her touch the same
Our broken hearts
With me to blame
Could not say no
When he said yes
So I stayed with him
And betrayed the rest
A bulbous nothing
A hole to fill
Your love once did
My tears now will
The wind chime on my back porch
Reminds me of how it came
The small glittering blue box with a ribbon
Cowered in my mailbox
It prayed for a mistress
With hands as kind as those who wrapped it
Who would be proud and appreciative
Of the nightly songs
I have no gift
No box with blue paper
No ribbons
No shiny praying musical metal
To leave in her forbidden mailbox
To wait for birthday smiles
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