Junior High Basement

Women dressed in barbarian flesh

Half naked with beasts at their feet

In day-glow colors on black velvet

Shining bright in the black lights

Of a junior high basement

Snickers and giggles uncomfortable

Flashes innocence in eyes that shy

And a bottle spins around inhibitions

Do you remember when

Comments delighted to fly

Your heart skipped a beat

Lost your breath in a thought

Moments wondering if that other

Lover might be caught

In the simplest kiss

A first time for your notions

To swim in an ocean

Possibilities caught in light

The bottle points your way

Truth or dare is your plight

These moments are mountainous

When a young heart is caught

And now forces decisions

Will it be action or thought?

In tonight’s spun discretions

Of a junior high basement

~

DBrown Fisher

© July 2003