Sonnet to a young lesbian standing behind the math building

A twisting lock of hair falls round your face

A shield of purple lacquer coats your nail

As desperately I need to know my place

I try and try and try to no avail.


I thought you would have told me that you were

I thought it was a given that I was

And everything you say became a blur

Attempting to do what a good girl does.


Compelled to make a move, I take a glance

Behind me and I know that no one’s there

I plant a kiss and now I’m in a trance

Your smile cuts through the silence in the air.


Clandestine love is needed for today

Tomorrow I will grow you a bouquet.

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