The L

A poem about the nature of teenage lust and repression.

L

I know none of it
I know all of it

Let me give you a
lesson in lasciviousness

a dictum in debauchery

a soliloquy in seduction

There are no hands
There is no body

But oh, oh, yes (sweet)
there is a mind

The looming L is my most vicious V

What I would give for hands
for a body

I wince at the very glimpse of
Bedroom eyes (lies) (but all the same desired)
Don’t give me those