Chapped and unsure,
The first tender press of lips against my own,
Chapped and unsure,
Out behind her granny’s trailer
Where we’d skip through knee deep vines,
Uncaring of what hid beneath.
The first one to trip goes down laughing,
Hard and giddy,
Til the second one inevitably follows the tumbling,
Hard and giddy.
I remember I wasn’t the first one to lean in,
Though I might’ve been the first to want to,
As tenderly and shy as a child wants.
We’d go back inside hours later,
Bloody knee’d and kiss bruised,
Pretending we ain’t know how we got so
Bloody knee’d and kiss bruised.
Hand in hand seems an innocent thing then
To two girls who ain’t got a clue
But will learn, as the church’ll teach,
A sin is still a sin,
Even when it looks like two lil girls,
A sin is still a sin.