1Around and around,

forward and bck.

The legs of the girl

go quietly slack.

The tire swing whirls,

her friends have all gone.

The bicycle purrs

a sweet love song at last.

She kisses his face,

he touches her nose.

In their special place,

only God knows.

Sit on the swing,

cross your legs–yes.

Like a lady, sing,

sing to me songs of abandonment.

I’m lonely, she says,

I miss you at night.

Mama says not to cry

but I always fear I might.

She cannnot cry,

her tears are not real.

She fakes them for change

yet she can’t help but feel.

Heartless, he thinks,

to date one so pained,

but he loves her so

and she has nothing gained.

It’s selfish, he knows,

but she’s his alone.

His army doesn’t care

about the romance he’s sown.