Everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go.

I want to be a child for you
I want to go to your school
And look away when I catch you
staring at me - in a short skirt
my legs long and fuzzed
Like the skin of a ripe
peach

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

This poem is so charmingly provocative, disarmingly luscious.

It has the spirit of an extended haiku, and the soul of a more sincere Lolita.

It is a deceptively simple artfulness to manage to touch the heart of love and desire so delicately.

Fine work. One wonders what school serves your whole needs most auspiciously.