{ This poem was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2011 }
Sometimes I want to be
that little girl again
full of life and innocence
daydreaming by the window
Mrs. G’s class… room 124
fifth grade
waiting for the bell
so I can walk with Jenny
back to her house
and steal a little time away
from the world
before it takes me
where I’m supposed to be
instead of where I want to be
Jenny was my best friend
for lack of a better word at the time
at ten… eleven… lesbian lover?
I didn’t know much about it then
or what to call it
but I knew how it felt
to lie on her bed
and kiss her lips
and touch her body
in the right places
and look into her eyes
We did it so many times
I forget now
but each time special
summertime whenever
after school
on sleepovers
teaching her things
she didn’t know that I knew
or how I knew them
like licking her little bud
until her pleasure soared
we knew so much
without knowing about it
and maybe it was better that way
just being, not thinking
feeling without questioning
it was right and good
even though we had to hide
maybe because we had to hide
because you see
the world was what was wrong
and didn’t deserve us
Jennifer and Cassandra
two little girls in love.