By Shadygirl  fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 13 October 1999

untitled

You used to be so sweet
Tender
And youth made your
Experience
Feel like rebellion 
On my pink
           Virgin
                  tight
                       Nervous skin.
You created songs about my green eyes
(my eyes are gray)
you wrote about my auburn waves
(my hair is brown)
and you made me feel guilty for
wanting
more than rug burns and tears.
(denying virginal fears)
And still you whisper
after all these years
Behind cupped palms
That I was too
Young
To 
  Handle
      Your
LOVE.

If that's what you call it.