In tight pants, tight skirts,
Stretched or squeezed,
Youth hurts,
Crammed in, bursting out,
Flesh will sing
And hide its doubt
In nervous hips, hopping glance,
Usurping rouge,
Provoking stance.

Put off, or put on,
Youth hurts. And then
It's gone.


 

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Poet: James A. Emanuel
Poem: The Young Ones, Flip Side
Volume: Whole Grain: Collected Poems, 1958-1989
Year: Published/Written in 1991
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