Eighty Nine . . .

I actually learned everything from my best friend

(or was it in spite of him?)

by Stormcat

arms on shoulders we walked, drunk only with song

and changed the words to reflect boyish imagination

that we both loved our gorgeous geography teacher

my friends words, but for the sake of joy I went along

and the mystery eluded me as if a liars orchestration

so I slinked away dismayed, does such a thing occur?

he was always the first therefore I could only envy

but he had an older brother and I was alone thus, so

pleasuring a woman was a completely alien concept

I listened and imagined, pretend, my only ploy to be

he told me of his conquests and this or that hot ho

and judged me as a coward or a boy who was inept

I wanted to be like him but something held me back

not for altruistic honor, just a genuine fear of mistake

perhaps I really was a coward but tired of the din

so we fought, bloody and bruised, no way to retract

my body felt pain but 'twas my heart that felt the ache

then his family moved away and I never saw him again

years later internally pummeled by raging hormones

I finally understood the power that then controlled

that which interceded and filled two friends with strife

wars fought of illusion yield graveyards full of bones

championed by the holy ones all righteousness extolled

virginity be damned for most, I saved mine for my wife

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