JUNIOR HIGH BASEMENT





Women dressed in barbarian flesh
Half naked with beasts at their feet
In day-glow colors on black velvet
Shining bright in the black lights
Of a junior high basement

Snickers and giggles uncomfortable
Flashes innocence in eyes that shy
And a bottle spins around inhibitions
Do you remember when
Comments delighted to fly

Your heart skipped a beat
Lost your breath in a thought
Moments wondering if that other
Lover might be caught
In the simplest kiss

A first time for your notions
To swim in an ocean
Possibilities caught in light
The bottle points your way
Truth or dare is your plight

These moments are mountainous
When a young heart is caught
And now forces decisions
Will it be action or thought?
In tonight's spun discretions
Of a junior high basement
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DBrown Fisher
© July 2003

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