poem: and here’s why

i believe in the purity of first kisses

of a boy, very carefully, tucking a girl’s hair behind

her ears,

whispering

all the sorts of things that make for blushes

and the girl, blossoming, her smile

all untouched

all left in safeguard for the boy’s wondering eyes.

so, no i won’t

go to the party and let some drunken stranger

push his tongue into my teeth

and call that

love

because i am stupid enough to wait for something

better