acid-fueled shadow, anal sex, balls deep, dámelo por culo, high school sleaze, poem, Poetry, sonnet, wet spot
On the playground kids sang, “girls with glasses
love it in their asses,” while sugar cubes
melted on our tongues. We’d skipped our classes
to hide under the jungle-gym. Your pubes
poked out from either side of your panties
wet with spots blossoming in the cotton.
When the acid hit us our high school sleaze
cranked to eleven. Some say that children
should be obscene and not heard. “¡Dámelo
por culo!” Your glasses slipped to your nose
as I buried myself balls-deep. My, O!
your, ¡Ai! Back before we learned of sorrow
and our beastly bent acid-fueled shadows
fused. Back when your afro glowed all halo.