Not Even A Kiss

backwoods ‘good ole boys’
don’t gather at the river
drinking with tailgate’s down
waiting for  spoken word poetry

small town gossipers said
                             “her mama, jezebel, running around”
                                  “who’s her daddy, does she know”
she grew up quick, nothing extravagant
beauty with ‘devil may care’ attitude
intriguing deep thoughts mixed with laughter

careless in everything, except her innocence
 ‘good ole boys’ become men

craving flesh untouched
“little miss down on her luck”
no remorse
this world of dog eat dog
making sure
 guys couldn’t tell tales out of school
she’d leave with money, smile on her face
prostitutes working, she didn’t even kiss 

@ donetta sifford 4-22-2013

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