Adolescence

It's as if the glare from the fuelling sun
is now brighter than i ever thought it could be,
- burns like cigarette smoke, hitting my lungs
like fire and magic and purity,
like seeing something brand new
for the very first time

his neck is burned from that sunlight,
blistering, oozing new life from one
that's already witnessed too much -
he loves my sister,
massages the palm of her hand with
his fingernails,
but one day he'll love me

my breasts are tender,
i've never noticed this before
and love and sex and "grown up talk"
no longer make me clench my eyes
and groan; frustration
and a lack of understanding, of age

he smiles, i can smell his scent,
mixed with sun lotion and a sniff of nature
yes, one day he'll love me
too