There’s something I’ve not told you
I might implode

Illusion
Desperation
Rumination
Woe

A story you’ve not heard about
I might give way

Obsession
Fixation
Climax
Dismay

If you learn the truth, my mystery
I might disintegrate

Elicitation
Interrogation
Disclosure
Fate

Pure girl upon the rails
You who wonders
Knowing not yet
The calling of your soul

Sweet blossom
Garnet lips of red
Brow furled, pondering
Edge of wonderment

Opalescent, olive skin
Dewy sweat of prancing youth
Cotton frock and underpants
Maryjanes your travel shoes

Buckles straight from history
Binding girlhood timelessly
Skip freely, my love
Step in sturdy, solid shoes