A boy:
Who has never once
Caressed a woman’s mane
Or woke up from a
Drunken one-night-stand;
Never felt more than a
Pre-teen peck
In which both candidates would
Remain trembling for hours;
Never has been offered the chance
To become a woman’s Romeo,
Even though all this time he has
Coexisted as a wallflower;
To all others, gleams with purity
And an immeasurable amount of charm;
I am a calamity,
Compared to this innocent boy.
~Kerri Somers