You go down to the woods,
you give what’s to be given.
You dance, he marks you,
and you’re his.
And he, of course, is yours.Well, that’s the meat of it, lad:
some things are not for telling.© Steven Posch
Stigma
23 August 2012 by Me
To Will
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