your hand on
my knee (with
its steady
onetwothree
rhythm) was
the only thing
keeping me
grounded to
reality;

so overwhelming
(and beguiling)
was the violent
shift – from
woodlands of
wonderment and
awe – to the
(only)temporary
and chaotic
police state.

(redorangegreens
evolve to
redblues)

it was
(undoubtedly)
better that way
…everything
was secret, it
was all hidden,
covert.

making out with
boys in front seats
of cars had never
been more seductive,
more thrilling (so:
kiss me again, my
darling).