(a disclaimer:
“i’m not ready for a relationship;
this is just a summer thing,”
as if i’m unworthy of a
summer fling)

you made my summer special
with your teasing glances
& offers of lost-boy adventures
that were too tempting to refuse
that summer we were
sweaty hands sneaking up too-short skirts
& fingertips dancing around blue-jean bulges
we were whispered exclamations of
oh!—oh! is that an erection(?)
& we treated sex like it was russian roulette
-))if you can get that rubber on in seven seconds flat
i’ll let you go the next round s(k)in to s(k)in((-
yeah, i knew it was a gamble
& that you’d leave if we
ever got the bullet, baby
but you always said
you were more inclined
to love me at my most daring
& that summer you taught me
how to break your heart.