Of Two Beginnings

She is twelve and

I'm only ten buried in this soft mountain of pillows

Parents away

She asks me have

I been touched

Have I done the thing with anyone yet

Silence - a shy no

And there is nothing

That we'd rather share

Than that bodily warmth if we'd dare

But she's already twelve and

I am Just a child

WARM AND S

HY She's so

OLD - already twelve and

I am only ten

Than was me, young and free, there and then

Now in the hotel room

I lie wondering who

I am Never quite as sure after a lie of questioning

Finding out at last that freedom is

A STATE OF

MIND But still not knowing how to get along with this mankind ...finding out at last that freedom is a state of mind...