(2). Innocence!
I ate from the same delicious apple…
red as Angela’s pristine cheeks.
Her furtive tongue tasted of delicious
Strawberries and thick cream.
Our playground was a vast, walled
And fruitful orchard.
At the outside shack of a toilet, she
Pulled me inside, showed me her dark
And secret womanhood…
I couldn’t tell anyone!
What had we done?
I was merely eight; Angela a beguiling,
Fulsome twelve.