Seventeen
One day I met you at the fair
You wore a leather jacket and your Viking hair
Was blown into tangles by the autumn wind
And you looked at me with a sexy grin
As usual you had come alone
You smelled like musk and your Doc's Marten's shone
Then you greeted me with a lustful kiss
Saying 'Be right back, I gotta piss'
So I shrugged my shoulders and I breathed a sigh
You were always too honest and I was shy
Thinking 'Man, oh man, opposites DO attract'
Wishing you'd hurry up and be right back
And the dim lights flashed on the carnival rides
And the smell of food was strong and fried
Returning, you pinched me on the butt
Then you nuggied my head like a crazy nut
And we walked around till we came to a stand
That sold Heineken in glass or cans
And for three Deutch marks we got drunk obscene
When one beers all it took 'cause you're seventeen
Then we saw your brother on the bumper cars
Laughing up a storm as the twinkling stars
Were more luminous than they had ever been
Before that night or ever since
Then when no one was looking we snuck around
Where they hid all the wires that layed on the ground
And you took my face in your boyish hands
Saying 'Come with me to my Stairwell Land'
'And I'll lay down a blanket or sleeping bag
I'll smoke a joint and you a fag
And we'll makeout on the balcony
Till the sun comes up, or you have to leave'
The football field was down below
The chalk lines dirty against the glow
Of the full moon hanging in the Heidelberg sky
Where teenage love was drawing nigh
And we kissed and we cuddled never doing the deed
Cause I was a virgin and you were not keen
On messing things up by a physical thing
When our feelings meant more than a casual fling
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poem by Sara Fielder
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