Another Desertion

Brush my hand
hearts pounding 
fall in love for 
ten minutes or so
batting eyelashes
coy smiles,
touch of an arm
then comes
a dreaded question
"so how old are you anyway sweetheart?"
I can't lie.
if you break the law you might as well
know the truth...
Answering, my head level, chin out
proud of my tender age...
fear masked quickly
you do the math 
and leave.

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My Subliminal Guide To Insanity