Marine Drive

She rests on a window bench
Her cheek presses the sun
Her other cheek, cold and wet
Crying steady without a sound

Fresh flawless shoulders meld
To glass pane and painted wall
She pushes all she is into the junction
Where star of day and interior tarry

Steady without a sound she cries
Looking down at her painted toes
Ten tan morsels flashing cherry
Blessed by her silent weeping

From the window bench she sees
The catalyst of her drippy tears
The old truck parked a block away
And even now she feels the tweed

Tweed under her lithe bare legs
Her father driving and oblivious
The boy to her right, deliberate in his touch
Smallest finger resting gentle

Against her radiant virginal thigh
An orgy of purity and inexperience
A circuit of innocence and warmth completed
Her tiny golden hairs bright like filament

On the window bench, her tears recede
She rests her dewy cheek on her knee
The boy takes with him what she has given
And she wants it back to give to him again