You were the one

to give me advice

You were the one

to touch my thighs

in class discussion

and silent sighs

the group dismissed

for our delight

marks made in red

were erased in white

when we burst open

unlaced, untied

Did you find solace

in the words I’d keep?

Did I make your day

in built-up release?

Cause I had to swallow

what would not take

You’d slapped the tears

right off my face

But even God

will turn an eye

when you fucked me

in junior high