Youthful Regret

poem

after choir i lingered
 in the pews
you were older and wiser
i fell under your soprano spell
 you were overripe
and i wasn’t done blooming

you said i was ready
your touch deft and precise
your lipstick scorching
 making me need your want

old enough to say no
too young to say yes
 i submitted to you

doing what you said
how you wanted it
 when you demanded it

i never should have
obeyed
 not so soon
it was much too much
 to touch me so

every moment
 after
filled with sorrow
 it felt thrilling and

left me aching
 in anxious shame

they all know
 they must know
  everyone sees

i am impure.